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The deeper i seek,
I find it harder to connect
with anyone around me.
Is there anyone that resonates
with my frequency?
Anyone that truly sees
The girl underneath
the more i speak,
The more i feel i need their
acceptance, approval of she.

Then, Klarity arises from her sleep.
The one that doesn't care who leaves,
She is my peace.  For She knows
Her purpose is not defined by who wants me, It is to set others free.

She finds comfort in the uncomfortable
For no change comes easy,
It comes with pain, maybe a bit of shame
In return, we vibrate at a higher rate.
And get a step closer to integrate.
Start to tap into
The purpose of why we came to this time space.

I am always here, the true essence
If you need to contact
Just drop out of your mind,
Into your body
Bleed out pages of ink
And you will find the alignment you need.

You are free.
Take the chances - you won't regret it.
Trust that flicker
Within your being, its calling,
let it lead
your intuition
Is the key to the ignition
The puzzle piece you've been missin'
Universe sees when you trust
And take a leap.
You will shine.
And the others who are on your vibe,
Will recognize
They see more to what than meets the eye.

Programs run deep
Where did your thoughts orignate from?
Are you the one thinking?
Societys brainwash embedded deeply in the psyche.
This construct
Was Built to destruct,
To profit off low self esteem

With every bell ding
another deposit to the pharmacy
They dont want you thinking.
They dont want you to be free.
You might question authority,
They thrive off your self limiting beliefs
They want you in doubt,
full of anxiety and not taking the lead.
So they keep sinking in their teeth to polite society

You are not your identities,
You are everything in between
A word thats not even defined.
You cant be.
For You are otherworldly.
They can't touch your vibe.
Know it. Feel your essence
WIthin your whole being.
You are divine.
You are bigger than time

I will shine.
I will focus on me,
On what feels aligned,
And one day,
When i let someone inside,
I won’t be so torn if they leave.
For i know,
I will always have me, myself and I.
And they will know me better than any other guy.

Learn the lessons,
And get to manifesting.
Life isnt found in over thinking, wishing and daydreaming.

Its found in living.

Kc
Dianali May 5
Deep in the middle
of the Irish midlands,
my essence is all over.

You’d put one foot inside
and say I haven’t changed—
hoarding sentimental knick-knacks,
all valueless, all lovely,
all me.

You’d put one foot inside,
and say I haven’t changed—
house like a heart: So cozy, so warm,
all irrelevant, all lonely,
all me.
The essence of life
Is not the grand, shining prize—
Not the towers we build,
Not the praise, not the size.

It is not in the gold
That I chased in my youth,
But in hard-spoken love,
And in stubborn old truth.

It’s not in the noise
Of applause or acclaim,
But in calling your child
By their little pet name.

It lives in the touch
Of a calloused old hand,
In the strength to let go,
In the grace to withstand.

I once thought it lived
In the sharp edge of pride,
But it is more in the nights
When someone stayed by your side.

It’s in nursing a wound
That no one can see,
In forgiving yourself
Before your soul goes to sleep.

It’s in coffee gone cold
In a hospital bed,
In the things that you meant
But never quite said.

It’s in songs half-remembered
And quiet shared meals,
In the hush of a prayer
When you don’t know what heals.

It’s the smile you give,
Not the ones you take;
The truth you speak
For compassion’s sake.
Not the lies you guard,
Or the words you bend—
But the honesty shared
That helps someone mend.

The essence of life
Isn’t found in control,
But in losing your way
And still loving it whole.

It’s the friend who returns
Though you pushed them away,
It’s the smile from a stranger
That carries your day.

It’s in holding your breath
As the sunset turns gold,
And the ache in your chest
When you’re finally old.

It’s the stories I tell
Though my voice may grow thin,
And the silence that waits
For the next breath to begin.

So if you're still young,
Don’t rush through the race.
Let the moment unfold—
Feel the sun on your face.

Because life, my dear child,
Isn’t just to survive.
It’s the love that we leave—
That’s the essence of life.
Your smell is a warmth
I can’t touch
but feel in every breath.

The air carries your smell to me,
like a secret message
only I can understand.

In every breath,
I feel closer to you,
as if your essence
is the thread
that weaves us together,
stitching my soul to yours.

I want to smell you even more,
to breathe you in even closer,
to let your presence
fill every part of me.

I want to live in a world
where your scent is the atmosphere,
wrapping me in a love so deep,
where the universe itself
holds us together.
JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 12
In the realm where whispers doth dance and time standeth still,  
Three voices rise, with purpose sharp and will.  
Perfume, Scent, and Fragrance, in a sacred throng,  
Declare their truths, each claiming right and song.

Perfume spake, with elegance refined,  

“I am the soul of artistry, confined  
To bottle's clasp, a crafted dream,  
A potion made to linger, to gleam.  
I bear the weight of ancient lore,  
A muse of kings, of lovers, and more.  
I am not mere essence, drifting free—  
I am the art of memory."

Scent, a fleeting shadow, whispered low,  

"Thou boastest of power, of permanence, I know,  
But I am life—breathe in, and then I fade,  
In wind, in rain, in every glade.  
Not bound to glass nor vials that bind,  
I slip through cracks, a breath unlined.  
I linger soft on fleeting air,  
A reminder of the earth, everywhere."

Fragrance, in silence, sought to intervene,  

“Is it not I who weave both worlds unseen?  
I am the union of the pure and the real,  
The fleeting touch, the lasting feel.  
I grace thy skin, I fill the room—  
A subtle dance, an endless bloom.  
Without me, perfume would not endure,  
Without me, scent would not be pure."

The argument raged, in circles vast,  
Each voice demanding, steadfast, fast.  
But in the end, a truth was found:  
Together, they’re woven, the essence profound.  
For Perfume and Scent, though both distinct,  
Find harmony in Fragrance—linked.  
Each alone, a part of a greater whole,  
Together, they speak to the heart and soul.
The Essence Trialogue 12/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
One dawn, as the earth was bathed in light, I stood in awe beneath the sky so bright, and with heart ablaze, I asked the Sun:
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O' Sun, whose light makes the day begun,
What secret makes you blaze, a golden run?
Without your gaze, the world would be blind,
What stirs your flame, so pure, so kind?

You burn with fire, yet ask for no feast,
What makes you glow, O' radiant beast?
Your light endures, so steady and strong,
What is it that keeps you burning all along?

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And the Sun, with wisdom deep and vast, spoke, as though time itself would breathe its last, with each word that echoed across the sky:
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O' Jamil,
Your eyes are small to witness all I reveal,
Yet still, you seek what the soul can feel.
I burn not from hunger, nor earthly need,
But from love of the One, from whom all things proceed.

Know this, O' Seeker, the souls before you,
They too knew the light, the love, so true—
That love is the fire, the soul's true spark,
The eternal flame that lights the dark.

The wound, O' Jamil, is where the light enters,
Through love's embrace, the soul it centers.
I burn not for glory, nor for pride,
But from the One, with whom I reside.

The earth would perish without the Sun’s kiss,
A truth so profound, a cosmic bliss.
Within your heart, let love arise,
And in its glow, you’ll touch the skies.

The cup of light, O' Jamil, is never full,
It overflows from the One, boundless and beautiful.
Drink deeply, O' Seeker, from this divine cup,
For in its light, your soul will rise up.

The moment you seek is now in your grasp,
In love’s embrace, all truth will unclasp.
O' Jamil, let your heart’s fire burn,
In love's warm light, you shall return.

The souls before you have shown the way,
Let love be your light, each and every day.
For when your heart is alight with fire,
You too shall join the eternal choir.

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Radiance of Love 07/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Maria Feb 6
I want to go home so much!
I want to go to my open essence.
There’s coffee on the table. It’s undrunk.
And there’s my future, which is pure taintless.

I want to go home, to my place.
The time is ripe: my heart and soul are holed.
To hell with being along! I go home!
I am invisible. And here I am cold.
Maria Feb 2
I want to go home so much!
I want to go to my open essence.
There’s coffee on the table. It’s undrunk.
And there’s my future, which is pure taintless.

I want to go home, to my place.
The time is ripe: my heart and soul are holed.
To hell with being along! I go home!
I am invisible. And here I am cold.
Misstic Jan 22
it's same old me
stuck in past
worrying of future
lost in present

come to think of it
aren't you me too
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