January 22nd, 2025
There is a life of old,
That no longer sustains a voice,
It dissolves with a haste that ruthlessly destroys,
The existence of what cannot be.
After the great clamouring of a futile denial,
After the immeasurable darkness of a luckless hope,
After the infinite sorrow that supposes only stagnation,
There is nothing left to experience but a hapless void;
No fires of transformation,
No promises of elevation,
No guiding wisdom leading to revelation,
Simply, a withering cold,
Devoid of any recognisable facets,
Of a life filled with the saccharine smiles of the disingenuous,
Built on the irreconcilable foundation of a forgotten determination.
This time is not without reason or aim,
The mantle of invisibility and disconnection is not for display,
Nor for stifling commiserations that disrupt an evolution,
But it is,
For the private recognition and acceptance of a genuine leading,
Imperceptible to the life of old,
Yet fully discoverable in the hapless void,
Where a disappearing path renews and restores,
On the distinguished palette of a sincere acknowledgement.
There is no other choice but to recognise and embrace,
Divinely exquisite moments of deep understanding,
Supremely unmatched in their nuanced elegance,
Appearing in the iridescent trajectory of a soothing and expansive flow,
Independent of any familiar time or place,
And undisturbed by the knowledgeable mind.
Though offering a comforting shelter,
These moments challenge and confront inner assumptions, repeatedly
Until all that was known and tethered to the heart by deceitful words and actions,
Is shed completely—without regret—back into a wonderless debilitation,
That will be no more.
So, it stands,
Out of the hapless, the sorrow, and the withering—this void inspiring disdain—
A burgeoning solidity begins to emerge,
A gentle power without need of, or a desire for acclamation,
For it is gifted the contentment of Life unto itself,
And in turn to others, without force or manipulation,
But through sensibilities drawn from diaphanous threads,
Knitted together by the echoes of a brilliant, inextinguishable essence,
A Spirit-filled Life that has no need to be fully known.
Sincerely,
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© Soolin Cottle 2025