There’s a beautiful sense of impermanence running through this — warmth flickering into life just long enough to be felt before shifting again.
The way embers become light, stone becomes opening, and loneliness becomes something momentarily shared gives the whole piece a quiet, sacred transience.
We say “I feel like I’ve known you forever.” because in a way, we have. We fall in love with the parts of ourselves that we see reflected in this person. It makes us feel good that someone so wonderful would love us. Not realizing, it is ourselves we are falling in love with. Or, rather, the embers within us that this person has reignited.
I read this two ways: literal and through vedanta lens. Here’s how I read it literally:
The poem reads like a confession delivered in hindsight—quiet, intimate, and slightly haunted.
There is a softness throughout, even when describing pain; you rely on tenderness rather than dramatics. Your tone is reflective, as if you are discovering the truth at the same moment you are articulating it.
Through Vedanta lens:
Your poem can be read as a journey from
forgetfulness (ignorance of the Self)→ encounter (a teaching or presence that rekindles insight)→ longing (hope)→ contraction (patterns that harden the heart)→ grace (unexpected illumination) → vulnerability (loosening of old dreams)→ openness (surrender to the knowledge of the Self)
Ultimately, the poem expresses the return to intimacy with one’s own Being, symbolized as a beloved “you.”
Or more likely I lost my train of thought. I have arrived and spending precious time with them. This is an amazing piece of work. I forgot if I restacked it or not. I will have to check. This one we could have discussions on my class about. Thank you.
Sweetly vulnerable and divine, Pancake! You have the soul of a poet, and a gift for weaving words into a tapestry of splendor! How can anyone resist such beauty? 🩷
Loved this Pancake.
There’s a beautiful sense of impermanence running through this — warmth flickering into life just long enough to be felt before shifting again.
The way embers become light, stone becomes opening, and loneliness becomes something momentarily shared gives the whole piece a quiet, sacred transience.
Thank you so much, Mark
It means a lot coming from someone of your talent
That means a lot — genuinely. I’m just glad the words landed for you 😊
Beautiful 😍
Thank you Victoria
There is always something familiar in love.
We say “I feel like I’ve known you forever.” because in a way, we have. We fall in love with the parts of ourselves that we see reflected in this person. It makes us feel good that someone so wonderful would love us. Not realizing, it is ourselves we are falling in love with. Or, rather, the embers within us that this person has reignited.
Nice.
Thank you Mandy.
Well spoken
Beautiful!
Thank you Fiona
I read this two ways: literal and through vedanta lens. Here’s how I read it literally:
The poem reads like a confession delivered in hindsight—quiet, intimate, and slightly haunted.
There is a softness throughout, even when describing pain; you rely on tenderness rather than dramatics. Your tone is reflective, as if you are discovering the truth at the same moment you are articulating it.
Through Vedanta lens:
Your poem can be read as a journey from
forgetfulness (ignorance of the Self)→ encounter (a teaching or presence that rekindles insight)→ longing (hope)→ contraction (patterns that harden the heart)→ grace (unexpected illumination) → vulnerability (loosening of old dreams)→ openness (surrender to the knowledge of the Self)
Ultimately, the poem expresses the return to intimacy with one’s own Being, symbolized as a beloved “you.”
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Hi Dipti, I think your battery quit on you at the end? 😅 I know you were traveling yesterday, but regardless, you're right, about all of it
And the discovery was simultaneous with the reflection
You know me, I write the moment I'm feeling it
Or more likely I lost my train of thought. I have arrived and spending precious time with them. This is an amazing piece of work. I forgot if I restacked it or not. I will have to check. This one we could have discussions on my class about. Thank you.
Thanks Dipti, glad you're safe
This poem feels like a quiet resurrection, where forgotten embers are coaxed back into fragile flame.
The speaker admits to no memory, yet recognises the miracle of life returning where death once lingered.
Purity arrives as something beyond comprehension, pristine yet aching with promise.
Hope is woven with garlands of ache, showing that renewal always carries longing.
Neglect hardens into stone, but light breaks through shadow to soften what was lost.
Loneliness spills from the ribs, visceral and raw, as if the body itself remembers grief.
The temple becomes a metaphor for guarded selfhood, defended against the hunger for belonging.
Yet the act of opening transforms that temple into communion, a surrender to connection.
The poem honours vulnerability as sacred, a gesture of trust after silence and ash.
It reminds us that even after ruin, the heart can still choose to open and love.
Exactly
Thank you, Adrião
Sweetly vulnerable and divine, Pancake! You have the soul of a poet, and a gift for weaving words into a tapestry of splendor! How can anyone resist such beauty? 🩷
✨️ Skye ✨️
Thank you Skye
My pleasure, Pancake! Truly,my pleasure! Always awaiting more!
😊
Happy to have you here, Skye 😊
Happier still, to be here!
😊
I'll hold the door for you
And make the fire.
You must be cold.
Tea?
Shades of those guardian instincts
For "The Ones I Recognize"
A love poem today? And such a memorable one.
😂 surprising, right? But then, even a frosty heart thaws
I think you try to melt a lot of hearts. And you succeed
😉
I notice the time you posted. Early hours of inspiration! 😉
It's always thus, with me
I'm told it's better to post later, to catch more traffic. But I think and write on the spot, do a few edits, then post immediately
Thank you, Wayne