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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: August 16, 2025, for contest by Unseeking Seeker Line of inquiry: "conjoined with the whole - we play our life role exuding a scent - granting love consent" ************ Conjoined with the Whole Not as sovereigns, but as sylphlike strands, woven into a ductile tapestry— Each act of kindness forges a bond within the communal consciousness. Love is not a shadowy incantation, nor a glamour to inveigle us into isolation. It is hortatory, beckoning forth... a rosy summons to convene, amid the clangor of squalor and sojourn to supplant the slipshod ache with a warm intention. We are not mere wanderers adrift in nebulous vacuum— We are emulous embers, thirsting for the amaranthine, avid to imbue our days, with seraphic resonance. Community is not a chimera, It is pavonine in its iridescent truth, multivocal in its sweet sorrow, edacious for connection but never laden with avarice. We do not dismiss the burden— We collocate it, we share it withdraw from silence, and cast aside the Icarus myth, a tale of solitary flight, Even the untamed child. crumbles for the quest of kinship— Even the weary elder winnows, the soothing balm of a neighbor’s touch. Love sanctions its courtliness— not merely a whispered sigh, but as a philanthropic deed, a calyx protruding, amid the clamor of desire. To love is to be an iconoclast to find solace in a gentle embrace— to forbear the yearning to anathematize others to witness the evocative elysian— in the eyes of the distraught. We are not aphonic. We are harmonious, even in our disconsolate times. We are evocative, full of meaning, even when our souls feel drained. And when we reflect, We accomplish this together— in the emollient of shared grief, in the soothing touch of shared joy. So let us frolic with abandon, Let us explore the hidden meadows of our lives. Let us gather in our joy, transcendent in our understanding, Our sense of self is transient. Let us be love— not as an elusive dream, but a tangible act. Let us be united with the whole. And play our life roles. with eloquence vibrancy, and grace.
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