The Journey Beyond Shores
- Asya
- May 17
- 3 min read
The Soul’s Journey Beyond Shores
Here I stand, once more adrift,
In lands unknown, across the seas.
This marks the third time I've made the shift -
A wanderer of countries, a seeker of keys.
The storm now seems to have passed,
Yet uncertainty whispers its song.
The weeks of toil have left their cast,
On body, heart, and mind - so strong.
That face in the mirror - I see the lines,
Etched by the journey’s heavy hand.
A weariness that time defines,
Yet I know, like sand, it won’t withstand.
This tiredness, a fleeting guise,
Will fade like dreams at dawn's first light.
An illusion, in this world of ties,
Where truth and shadows dance in flight.
What lingers now is the thrill,
The call of adventure, ever sweet.
A tapestry woven with skill,
Of moments past, where joy and fear meet.
Fulfilment blooms within the soul,
A whisper of purpose, soft and clear.
A dream that makes the spirit whole,
Beyond what words can hope to speak.
So here I stand, a soul at ease,
In lands unknown, across the seas.
With heart aflame and mind at peace,
Embracing life’s eternal breeze.
I wish to say something about this poem.
At times, not everything flows so well as I would like, and I don't have a need to be perfect. But it is essential to notice, to observe what gets in the way and attenuates the creative flow. By acknowledging and accepting the way I am, I can rest in that awesome okayness with myself. There is no need to chase another me somewhere in the future, waiting until I'm perfect. Because I'll never be. Nothing ever is perfect. The entire Universe is only ever seeking to know itself. And so do I, a smallest fractal of its majesty.
At times, it isn't easy to find the perfect expression. And this is not a reason to give up either. The river doesn’t stop flowing just because it hits a boulder. It finds a way around it. By holding lightly, I open up to various possibilities, the wider range, so to speak. And I know the right expression will find a way. Even if it won’t stay with me forever, I’ll give it a try, seeing in it a precious opportunity to learn about myself.
No, I don’t know myself as a poetry creator. This poem found a way here as my self-expression. The basis for it - I wrote a post purely from my own experience. But something didn’t feel right, the tone... And then, after long hours of editing, it turned into a poem with the help of a “once-a-week” cup of coffee (for clarity and focus) and in cooperation with an AI text editor (finding a rhyme).
I hope it will serve as an inspiration to you in your search for self and your creative expression.
With all my love
Your Asya
My writing is not based on the research or teachings of others; it stems entirely from my life experiences and years of internal inquiring into this intriguing connection between the soul frequencies and artistic expression.
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