Streams of Consciousness Release into Bloom

This is not merely poetry—it is the language of unraveling. Ajourney through the wild terrain of emotion where pain becomes portal and consciousness flows like a river toward the unseen. A descent into the sacred chaos where grief love and longing entwine. These verses drift through the undercurrents of pain and presence tracing the soul’s quiet rebellion against forgetting. In the darkness I sought the unseen light—the pulse of Source God the Divine—woven into all things. May these words be a mirror a key or a flame… guiding you back to the truth that was never lost. May these words stir the remembering of your own