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Premiere Contest WinnerDisrobing Ego

Written: July 19, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Unseeking Seeker Line of inquiry: “to veil light we cloaked it in bliss then intellect and lower mind fused together as magnetism in form where truth we seek to find” *************** A lapidary epithet is thrown— I shed the garment of the mirrors' gaze. The adamantine echo mocking is known, Where katabatic abyss may swallow maze. A citrine pulse beats raw beneath the gown; Phantosmia of forgotten rain is known— On earth unopened, where the shadows drown, By recognition, older than remembrance. Where whimsey ceased its endless, dark harangue, A single orchid lifts its silent throat— Its sacrosanct sepals need no praise or clang, As wisdom arrives, unargued and remote. The hungry lower mind lays down its rod, The higher mind drops waiting to be known. Two rivers merge beneath a mighty God, The hoary ouroboros yields its throne. No longer self-devoured, a widening ring, I drank transparency, not ecstasy— Relieved at last from stained glass of the king, The unhindered light breaks out—completely free. It entered unoriginate, uncrowned, Unannotated, asking to be seen. No longer symbols, blossoms burst the ground— The world’s own scripture, raw and epicene. No grasping hand can hold the truth in place; The fist that clutches only wears a glove. The hand that opens finds a vacant space, To hold the always-inviolate with love.
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Marc Avatar
August 21, 2026 at 9:40 AM
Profoundly beautiful — congrats Soto!!!
Kauffman Avatar
August 4, 2026 at 11:31 AM
Congratulations on your trophy win, Lasaad! I love the way you end this poem with the contrasting images of a closed fist versus an open hand ready to receive love in humility. Sending you blessings.
MITRA Avatar
August 4, 2026 at 5:58 AM
Congratulations, dear Sotto, on a richly deserved win. What stayed with me most was not the elevated diction, but the way each image marks a genuine inward shift rather than merely adorning the poem. I especially admired the progression from "the mirrors' gaze" to "transparency, not ecstasy" and finally to "The hand that opens..."—watching perception relinquish its last disguise. The poem never argues its philosophy; it allows the images to earn it. That closing insight has the rare quality of seeming both surprising and inevitable, lingering beyond the final line. A remarkable achievement. Until beauty calls again, Mohit Mitra
Borg Avatar
August 4, 2026 at 4:24 AM
Congratulations Sotto on your Trophy Win with this beautiful poem. With my dictionary at hand, no doubt it will become more beautiful for me after the 2nd / 3rd reading.
George Avatar
August 3, 2026 at 5:15 AM
Back with hearty Congratulations dear Lasaad on your trophy win. Your diction and stream of thoughts are inimitable.👍👏
Guptar Avatar
August 2, 2026 at 12:09 PM
Congratulations master Sotto for the top win in this conteat with a grandiose poem with an elevated diction, choice of rhymes , depth of thought filled with high- pitched imagery and a flowing rhythms. Quite a number of the worlds new to many of us and beyond our grasp. Wish you a pleasant end of week and a bright forthcoming new week
Jones Avatar
August 2, 2026 at 2:16 AM
Brilliant as usual! I love the last stanza most because it ends with love! Congratulations Soto on your top win!
George Avatar
July 22, 2026 at 4:32 AM
A play of words, not at all in common use. Though I didn't get much, I am amazed at your grandiloquence and stylistic brilliance.
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