Ink And Essence: The Unwritten Poetry Of Being

Explore the Self beyond its narratives and step back into the wordless being you are. This poem attempts to unravel the notion that we are mere characters in a story written by others; inked by tradition, society, or personal history. Instead, I invite us all to witness ourselves as the parchment; the silent, potent space between the words that bound us to a 'me' who is always in a state of lack and longing. The poem suggests that we are the 'bark' of a wild Mystery, a tender grace that reflects itself through our stories. On my own self-realization journey, it has been vital not to negate anything about my humanity or its need to make me into a story. I have come to see that these conditioned thoughts are just a reflection of the intimate and loving being I am. I hope this short poem guides you back to the same truth of who you are and allows you to recognize what is truly whole and un-inked within you. Deepest thanks for your time and for listening today. Love Sez

Transcript

We are but a fairy tale,

Written by the many authors of our lives.

There is no end to the ink that makes us believe we are just this story of me.

The past itself is a ghostwriter,

Typing us into a future bound by the only storyline it knows.

But we are not the character in a story that we never wrote.

Our biography is a fiction,

Even to us.

We are but the parchment,

The silted space between letters,

The breath between words,

The unspoken poetry that slips through the silence of a page.

The unblemished paper we are has been lovingly stripped from the wild heart,

The pith of us is but the bark of one ever-blooming mystery.

What do we need with our stories of deficiency and longing,

Other than to know what we are not,

Other than to remember that beneath these flailing words we gather as quiet intimacy?

Can you sense the prayer of you,

The benediction of your being,

Giving the story of me place to be written?

You are not the story,

You are not the storyteller,

Nor are you the main character,

The me,

To which this life happens.

They are within you,

Making everything that arises a reflection of your tender grace.

Reviews

Primally beautiful & resonant words, thank you Sez 🙏

💫💓💫 love to you dear Sez. Your words flow like a beautiful winding river through souls .

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A beautiful, healing reminder. Thank you 🙏

Thank you! Beautiful!

Powerful thoughts knitted together with grace, allowed me to see the space between my breaths, my thoughts, my deeds. Thank you, Sez. I am enough as a yet unfinished opus.

Thanks for a beautiful prayer/essay/poem. 🙏🏾

Beautiful!

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I am not my story 💜🙏

Exquisite as always🫶

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Beautiful❤️

Your poems always inspire me Sex, thank you.

So beautiful - and perfect music, too 🙏🏼💝🌟

Beautiful! Thank you for this!!

Your words are so graceful
A prayer for you
Namaste
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Brilliant, beautiful

Beautiful. Thank you

This is absolutely beautiful ✨