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Relearning the Shape of Me

by Liam 

When it’s the moon and stars I seek,

—I ask the night

to hold me in its sight.

I wander

fragile,

worn,

weak—

relearning my name,

learning how to see again.

I place a rose into your hand.

It’s not my thorns

that make you bleed.

It’s the way my gaze

unmasks what you had planned.

Because truth—

truth cuts sharper

than anything I ever meant to hide.

I trace my faults

in crooked lines,

insecurities carved into my mind.

Every misjudgment

steals a little more sight,

until—

bite by bite

I start losing

the one I was holding on inside.

I said I named my body.

I named my path.

I named you.

I said every choice was mine alone.

But freedom frays

where hearts betray,

and consequence—

consequence redraws us

whether we’re ready or not.

And still—

like dawn

melting midnight blue,

your love

revives my world.

Not by saving me—

but by showing me

the shape

I’d forgotten

was already true.

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A Blessing to my Younger Me

by Liam 

Come here, my small one,

slip out from the hush of hidden rooms,

where shadows tried to teach you

you were too much, or not enough.

I have walked the years to find you,

following the bright, trembling line

of your laughter,

and the salt-trail of your tears.

I know the weight you carried,

how silence felt safer

than asking for what you needed,

how the world loomed enormous

and your heart beat

like a frightened bird

against the walls of your ribs.

Let me kneel beside you now,

and speak into that hush:

You were never wrong for feeling deeply.

Your tenderness is not a wound.

It is the place where light enters.

I have become the arms

you wished would hold you.

I am the voice that says:

It is safe, beloved.

Come into the day.

I bring you news from the far shore:

There is beauty waiting

where you once feared only dark.

The world can be gentle.

There are those who see you whole,

who hold your gaze with kindness.

In me, you have survived

and more than survived:

You have learned to bless your own scars

and call your spirit home.

So let us begin again,

hand in hand,

speaking softly

to every hidden hurt,

letting the hush be filled

with new music—

the music of a life

no longer ashamed

to shine.

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Cuvée 

by Liam

This cuvée of the mind is a sparkling wine

We sip with our eyes

We taste with our souls, 

We feel with our perception

Till all is spinning into one, 

Inebriation! 

Give I these grapes to God in gratitude

New nourishment for my soul

We’ve discovered the hidden within the divine.

A mystery unto myself ,

I am that which I consume.

I am this which I drink.

Am I the becoming,

Oh, what do I think?

Come friends, let’s toast to this feast of universality,

To the recognition of immortality.

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The Art of Being Human

by Liam

Allow yourself to be a born human;

to arrive as a growing symphony of life,

a fierce flame carried forth from the dusk.

Allow yourself to become;

the living song you sing whose truths gather

in your bones,

until your very presence

is an ode to belonging.

Allow yourself to be alive:

to be drawn into the gravity of your own becoming,

to listen to the quiet music

hidden beneath your breath.

Allow yourself to trust;

that every step is held by an ancient knowledge  

that remembers you.

An individual discovering the meaning of the mystery.

A soul slowly learning

the art of its own delight.

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Solar Heart

by Liam

I’ve seen the quiet tremors of your gaze,

the way your pulse outshines the afternoon,

as if your breath were woven out of days,

that learned their language from a rising moon.

You speak, and dormant gardens break their sleep;

you move, and hidden continents shift their flow.

The world shuffles in, to listen to the deep

unfolding of a light it longs to know.

What secret spark first stirred this inner fire?

What cosmic gravity drew a flame to heart?

Your presence bends reality to desire,

A flame claims, love begins to start.

In your heart the sun is an exploding flame,

and the sky so blue 

will never be the same.

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Finding Infinity

 by Liam

It’s when my body’s weak, not strong, 

My breath, its flow, is soft and slow. 

Eyes, they burn, 

Onto my aching side, I turn.

Here, thinking is my feeling, Feeling thoughts which intertwine. 

It’s deep to reach my inner speech, 

Walk around inside my busy mind. 

Those soft persuasive voices, 

The conversation between Me and me.

The things I do, 

The decisions made, 

The here, the now, 

The story played, 

The wonder of a wish come true, 

The simple fact of me and you.

Not time, but rhythm, a calling, 

Words, thoughts, we dance, we sing, 

Into the music of this space, 

All quiet, absolutely true, this ring.

Gratefully gliding, moving, 

We spin timeless to the floor. 

Serendipity’s grin, 

Eternity’s win, 

Creativity’s cry, 

Magical eye.

Grateful, my art in hand,

Mindful, for you set me free.

Creatively, now we stand,

Happily, smile into infinity.

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Sight

Poetry: Sight

by Liam

Look into my eyes and smile

What you see in me

Is not alone what you are looking for

You could find something more beautiful belonging to you

Has always been mine too

Suspended here within this iris of blue

Is an ocean of you

Our humanity floating upon the antiquity of time

Smile bright little bird

For happiness is the magic of this existence

Desiring alone the focus of intent

Saturated with the easy gift of loves moisture

We recognize

We rise

We encompass

We gratefully bow to the magnificent subtlety of sight.

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In Progress

Poetry: In Progress

by Liam

Is Progress alone enhancement?

Progress truly is only advancement.

So to enhance, is it equivalent to advance?

Progression takes us beyond the knowing to the knowledge

From the understanding to its skillful implementation

This progress is the way we grow

Enhancing, before advancing closer to the me

I’m striving to become wonderful

I’m progressing towards absolute

With you tangled in my braids.

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Reveal It

Poetry: Reveal it

by Liam

Do we ever reach the end of what we could know?

When what, there is to know, is endless

What truly applies to who we are and could become implies finiteness

When, where and how awareness or consciousness dilates to accept the moment

Yes, we have been lied too, used, abused and disappointed

Those were neighbors, not guests which jolted the journey

Each a piercing stab at the recognition this life

Creates the requirements we are called to transform

Permeate this intrinsic experience with a vibrant vision of an energetic unity

Not unaffected by life but emotionally liberated from being it’s victim

Free in the joyous recognition that

Home is where the heart flies

The love is where the home lies

Reveal it.

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Dream

Poetry: Dreams

by Liam

Take your dreams each a chapter true

Each unique to open in the story book of you

Upon the playing field of this dear life

Patience, allow time, enjoy the spice

Allow, all the magic mana falling from this grace

For in a moment of serendipity

We understand the context and the omega

Don’t ask why or how , laugh with the idiosyncrasies

Tomorrow’s mystery awakens in me now

I calling say, “Today, let this vision be the way to create anew, the me I’m dreaming of.”