Thank you 🙏 I think that’s why that line hurts a little. We often wait for clarity to arrive in words, but sometimes the answer arrives in their absence 🥹😅🫶💖✨
Loved the opening lines that feel so familiar to my feelings and seld especially in my recent post. The synchronicity of posting my own writing and finding this first stanza noted 😅 how pretty "I wanted it to be obvious.
This feel interesting the way it is described but I'm sure about one thing. Sometimes we are confused about being seen and being recognized. Being seen has more to do with the to other people. If they have the ability to see beyond your physical appearance and persona you create to travel life a little safer. And being recognized is the fact that you physically, energetically invest a lot of yourself into someone else so it come obvious for that person to recognize you even in the dark. The friends and closest person may not see you but they recognized you every time because you spend a lot of time with them and you trust them enough no to hide yourself from them for any reason. There another reality where we can recognize someone by spending a lot of time watching them even far away. Sometimes we need the same result from people that didn't have same opportunity or maybe that was not given it at first place. It's like bragging about the great results we have after passing a test where we got all the answers and expecting the same from someone that didn't even know they were passing or going to pass an exam. Sometimes we cheat our way out of other people and blame them after. That's me just trying to find the right words to explain some complex relationships situation people may are fighting over without realizing these little missing cues that are so important as tiny and non significant as they could appear
Love it 🙌 I really appreciate this reflection. I think you’re touching on an important distinction between being recognized and being truly seen. The poem will definitely reach people in different ways according to their experience or where they are now.
For me, this poem sits in that space where someone may know your habits, your presence, your history, even recognize you instantly, and yet still not choose to meet you in the way your heart hopes for. Recognition can come from familiarity. Being seen feels closer to understanding.
I also agree that sometimes people aren’t withholding anything. They may not have the same information, perspective, or opportunity that we think they do. Relationships are often built on tiny missed cues that seem insignificant until we realize they changed everything.
Thank you for taking the time to share such a thoughtful perspective 🫶💖✨
Ugghhh I love the last verse so much – "being unseen is still an answer". Saying that even though the openness is encouraging, it is still, at the end of the day, something finite. Beautiful work!!
Sometimes we treat uncertainty as hope indefinitely, but there comes a point where silence becomes information too. Painful information, perhaps, but information nonetheless 😅🥹🫶💖✨
this...i have felt this...a quiet presence ...near me.....not the haunting kind, but gentle..hesitant....it is a beautiful feeling that you have captured...
years i waited for that someone i felt to show me more so i could respond......they showed up in fragments..a song that was uncannily timed....the way a soft whisper seemed to speak in tongues familiar...a scent..........a bird that stayed to sing just to me....... it drew me along...that presence, through things i am not quite sure how i survived, other then that silent, close witness that seemed to want me to know....to reach for......
and then..........they came close enough for the shape....the expressions....the long history of lifetimes to be comprehended..................and so.....
this stays for me...it is where i am right now as it moves closer
"the way people choose home
without explaining why."
the last lines of your poem.....i know that ache too..... thank you ..there is something of medicine in this poem for me.
The image of the sun finding the window without permission stayed with me.
Aww thanks so much for reading! I’m glad you enjoyed it 🫶💖✨
Ugh. I hope someone chooses you. You have a worthy heart.
Aww thank you so much! I have the most amazing partner that actively chooses me everyday! I’m so fortunate.
But I’ve certainly been in a different space with others in the past 🫶💖✨
well, that was some inventive writing, and I'm glad to hear you are loved.
Thanks a bunch! I’m soo soo happy you enjoyed it 🫶💖✨
I love the line "But the silence has a way of answering questions." A simple truth on so many levels.
Thank you 🙏 I think that’s why that line hurts a little. We often wait for clarity to arrive in words, but sometimes the answer arrives in their absence 🥹😅🫶💖✨
"But silence has a way
of answering questions."
🦅🐊🐺🌀🫂
I hope you can feel her presence in her loyalty.
Awwww 💯 🥹🫶💖✨
❤️
Fantastically esoteric, the hermetic principles contextualize are like ripe fruit for thought — beautiful piece
Thank you!🙏 Delightful that you’ve noticed the Hermetic influences shaping how I think about inner and outer worlds!
“Ripe fruit for thought” 😍🫶💖✨
Loved the opening lines that feel so familiar to my feelings and seld especially in my recent post. The synchronicity of posting my own writing and finding this first stanza noted 😅 how pretty "I wanted it to be obvious.
Quiet enough to feel true.
Just…known."
Awww that made my heart ache 🥹Synchronicity 🫶💖✨
Beautiful
years i worked hard
to be noticed
to be
seen
the undoing
the unseeing
takes years more
and yet
the secret is
hiding
where others beg
to shine
I love this 🙌 It feels like the mirror image of the poem.
One is the ache of wanting to be seen.
The other is the peace that comes from no longer needing it. Beautiful 🫶💖✨
The writer labels this “The ache of hoping someone sees you without being asked.” And we’ve all felt this, at one time or another.
And while this seems not a wise way to live, to me, I gotta say that I really, really liked the poem.
Bahahaha!! I agree 💯 As a life strategy, it’s probably somewhere between “questionable” and “please seek supervision.” 😅
But as a very human feeling? Absolutely guilty as charged 🤦♀️
I’m glad you enjoyed the poem 🫶💖✨
I Felt This🌹
🤗 🫶💖✨
This feel interesting the way it is described but I'm sure about one thing. Sometimes we are confused about being seen and being recognized. Being seen has more to do with the to other people. If they have the ability to see beyond your physical appearance and persona you create to travel life a little safer. And being recognized is the fact that you physically, energetically invest a lot of yourself into someone else so it come obvious for that person to recognize you even in the dark. The friends and closest person may not see you but they recognized you every time because you spend a lot of time with them and you trust them enough no to hide yourself from them for any reason. There another reality where we can recognize someone by spending a lot of time watching them even far away. Sometimes we need the same result from people that didn't have same opportunity or maybe that was not given it at first place. It's like bragging about the great results we have after passing a test where we got all the answers and expecting the same from someone that didn't even know they were passing or going to pass an exam. Sometimes we cheat our way out of other people and blame them after. That's me just trying to find the right words to explain some complex relationships situation people may are fighting over without realizing these little missing cues that are so important as tiny and non significant as they could appear
Love it 🙌 I really appreciate this reflection. I think you’re touching on an important distinction between being recognized and being truly seen. The poem will definitely reach people in different ways according to their experience or where they are now.
For me, this poem sits in that space where someone may know your habits, your presence, your history, even recognize you instantly, and yet still not choose to meet you in the way your heart hopes for. Recognition can come from familiarity. Being seen feels closer to understanding.
I also agree that sometimes people aren’t withholding anything. They may not have the same information, perspective, or opportunity that we think they do. Relationships are often built on tiny missed cues that seem insignificant until we realize they changed everything.
Thank you for taking the time to share such a thoughtful perspective 🫶💖✨
Ugghhh I love the last verse so much – "being unseen is still an answer". Saying that even though the openness is encouraging, it is still, at the end of the day, something finite. Beautiful work!!
Awwww thank you so much 🥹
Sometimes we treat uncertainty as hope indefinitely, but there comes a point where silence becomes information too. Painful information, perhaps, but information nonetheless 😅🥹🫶💖✨
Yess exactly! ❤️ Again, beautiful poem!! 🩵
My heart aches 🥺🫶🏻💖✨
Awww 🥹 Thank you 🙏
A little poem for @Soul Words :
May wonder keep your company
may hope stay close at hand
and may the things meant for you
arrive in their own good time 🫶💖✨
You are so wholesome from what I can tell online. Little poem that will be held carefully in my massive heart 🥹🫶🏻💖✨
Aww thanks a bunch!!! I’m so grateful to find such a lovely friend here 🫶💖✨
No, thank you 🙏🏼
Me too 🫶💖✨
this...i have felt this...a quiet presence ...near me.....not the haunting kind, but gentle..hesitant....it is a beautiful feeling that you have captured...
years i waited for that someone i felt to show me more so i could respond......they showed up in fragments..a song that was uncannily timed....the way a soft whisper seemed to speak in tongues familiar...a scent..........a bird that stayed to sing just to me....... it drew me along...that presence, through things i am not quite sure how i survived, other then that silent, close witness that seemed to want me to know....to reach for......
and then..........they came close enough for the shape....the expressions....the long history of lifetimes to be comprehended..................and so.....
this stays for me...it is where i am right now as it moves closer
"the way people choose home
without explaining why."
the last lines of your poem.....i know that ache too..... thank you ..there is something of medicine in this poem for me.
Thank you for sharing this 🥹
There’s something beautiful about your description of being guided by fragments for so long before they finally began to take shape.
I’m so glad the poem found you at the right moment. Be well, my friend 🫶💖
you too Innerverse!