Once upon a time I died
Slashed my wrists and lost my fight.
It doesn't matter it's for the better
Said the note I left behind.

The room was silent, shadows thick,
The clock hands frozen, pale and sick.
The mirror stared but did not speak,
My ghost grew strong while I grew weak.

I drifted out beyond the skin,
Past walls of loss, past walls of sin.
A blackened sea, a silver shore,
A place where pain could touch no more.

There I saw the shapes of years,
Carved from stone and washed by tears.
Every wound a bright-lit thread,
Every secret prayer unsaid.

The night unfolded, soft yet wild,
It held me like a grieving child.
Not heaven, not a cruel abyss,
But something stranger, vast as this.

A voice like wind, like breath, like flame,
Whispered gently, spoke my name:
“You thought the end was what you sought,
But endings turn to fields of thought.”

I turned and felt my hands were whole,
The scars erased, but not my soul.
I woke to find I’d never gone.
Death had passed, but life lived on.

Now every dawn I walk that line,
Between the dark and light’s design.
Once upon a time I died,
But now I live—no need to hide.

Once Upon A Time

All children live in worlds of truth. 
Where dreams and daylight intertwine,
Their laughter paints the sky in youth,
Unscarred by time, their hearts align. 

In time adults bring on the lies. 
They talk of things unseen and stark. 
Unblemished souls start to despise, 
Until bright minds start going dark. 

Look into my lies, look into my lies while you still don't know.
Ignore my disguise, pay no mind to masks,
Be alone yourself and I'll be alone.

Yet deep within, a spark remains,
A whisper of the world once known.
Through cracks in walls of crafted chains,
The seeds of wonder still are sown. 

Deep down we see, deep down we know. 
What once was true can bloom again. 
If one unties the knots of scorn, 
Child within can lose the chains. 

So let us breathe that lighter air,
Where play and peace dissolve the pain.
In eyes reborn, the world's laid bare —
And truth walks hand in hand again. 

Look into my lies, look into my lies while you still don't know.
Ignore my disguise, pay no mind to masks,
Be alone yourself and I'll be alone.

Look Into My Lies

Some day I will recognize your grace
In the crowd of a myriad of souls.
Some way I will find the time and place
To ignite the flame of love in your source.

I've seen a light so beautiful
It overshadowed sun itself.
No distant stars left visible,
No death, no time, no sense of self.

What is there at the cusp of young moon?
Perhaps a new creed, to old troubles immune.
A dance to one more fortuitous tune
Or even a chance to escape one's cocoon.

What is there at the heart of one's quest?
Illusions explored at another's behest.
Dark truth realized through fervent protest.
Enigma of void that stirs up unrest.

What is there at the end of the day?
Some wilted roses and the smell of decay.
Lethargic dreams of lush lands faraway
And stillness of slumber that keeps thoughts at bay.

Some say I will not survive a day
Without you lighting up my path.
Some may choose to go and stay astray
In the darkness of his treacherous laugh.

I've seen a light so beautiful
It overshadowed sun itself.
No distant stars left visible,
No death, no time, no sense of self.

What is there at the cusp of young moon?
Perhaps a new creed, to old troubles immune.
A dance to one more fortuitous tune
Or even a chance to escape one's cocoon.

What is there at the heart of one's quest?
Illusions explored at another's behest.
Dark truth realized through fervent protest.
Enigma of void that stirs up unrest.

What is there at the end of the day?
Some wilted roses and the smell of decay.
Lethargic dreams of lush lands faraway
And stillness of slumber that keeps thoughts at bay.

What Is There

I am dissolving in your gaze,
No border left, no path to trace.
The echo fades, yet still remains—
A whisper circling through our names. 

The thought is lost but not the search. 
Desire ripens, feelings purge.
One happening unfolds the system,
Cosmos is intimate and blissful.

You are impossible to find, yet unavoidable I am. 
In the regress of all attempts, we meet in open spacious realms, 
Where your light shines in my mirror, pretending that's where it ends.

It breathes through us, unseen, profound,
In silence all the words are bound.
What once was two dissolves to one—
A dream remembered by the sun.

With effort gone, freedom remains.
The traveler has lost his chains.
Unpuzzled world comes into focus.
There has only ever been us.

You are impossible to find, yet unavoidable I am. 
In the regress of all attempts, we meet in open spacious realms, 
Where your light shines in my mirror, pretending that's where it ends.

Impossible Inevitability

When the wind blows,
do you blame or praise the air?
Does the whisper know its sound,
or the echo know it’s there?

When the ripples spread wide,
does the water protest the tide?
Or does it simply glide,
reflecting what abides?

You are on both sides of the coin,
the wonder and the knowing join.
The two dance, and there is one,
one dance, one sun.

The one who reaches upward,
meets the one who bows below.
They disappear together
where only silence grows.

What remains without the names?
Only breath that calls itself flame,
only love that forgot its frame,
and woke up in your name.

You are on both sides of the coin,
the wonder and the knowing join.
The two dance, and there is one,
one dance, one sun.

The nonexistent distance
between one self and nonsense—
that’s the holy joke of being.
There’s no middle-man to see,
between what is and what could be.
It’s all already freeing.

Since you are living
through infinite possibility,
you’ve never missed a thing.
Each heartbeat is the symphony.

So let the music play—
every tear, every ray—
there’s no other way
to be.

The two dance.
There is one dance.
There is only one.

Only One

Thank you for emptying my cup.
I'll miss the taste of tea but more will come.
Perhaps another drink or something else.
I won't cling to form or take offence.

Without expectations freedom flows.
What once was true is utterly unknown.
To seek an understanding of what is
Obscures sacred intellect within.

How well do you know what's about to unfold?
Do you feel the breath of wind before air currents split?
Where does this moment end and the next begin ascent?
This is everything I seek, those who know will never speak.

I will let the silence ring instead of thought,
 And taste the nothing lessons brought.
In emptiness, the nectar brews anew 
No self to pour, no cup, no view.

Yet whispers stir beneath the hush of time,
A rhythm present deep in cosmic rhyme.
What moves the mover none can truly find. 
The seeker fades, and truth simply abides. 

How well do you know what's about to unfold?
Do you feel the breath of wind before air currents split?
Where does this moment end and the next begin ascent?
This is everything I seek, those who know will never speak.

Nascent Permanence

What comes up is yet to be cognized
Eyes go up and down looking wise.
To perceive what is one needs to die.
In becoming this all minds unite.

To vanish is to see what hides in lies,
The self dissolves where truth resides.
No path remains, no end in sight,
Just silence breathing through the light.

Fall freely into the pulse beneath the pulse,
Where nothing holds yet everything unfolds.
Let the veil slip without resistance or claim.
What you call “you” was only a wandering flame.

Refrain from being captured by the form.
Abstain from thinking you are in control.
Abide in what is naturally here.
The end is nigh, the start – just an idea.

You see only what allows to be seen.
Life is only as authentic as dreams.
Sleep away through the seamless expanse.
What you are never leaves paradise.

Fall freely into the pulse beneath the pulse,
Where nothing holds yet everything unfolds.
Let the veil slip without resistance or claim.
What you call “you” was only ever a wandering flame.

Fall freely into the pulse beneath the pulse,
Where nothing holds yet everything unfolds.
Let the veil slip without resistance or claim.
What you call “you” was only ever a wandering flame.

Unrecognizable Essence

In the beginning, there was vibration.
Neither sound nor silence,
but the breath between them.

The beat is a teacher; the synth, a veil;
the silence behind them, the truth.

To listen is to move,
to move is to dissolve,
to dissolve is to remember.

Egokinesis

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