Octaves Of Love

Written: May 14, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Unseeking Seeker 
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July 5th for a contest Sponsored by: Rob Carmack

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Line of inquiry: 
“joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start.”

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In the hush of pre-dawn breath,  
          joy stirs as a wisp—  
          a silent ember-glow,  
          a tremor of warmth,  
          a whisper brushing the inner dark,  
     buried in the heart’s core  
     as something waiting for the world to exhale.

A filament of light shivers awake,  
          a quiet electric spark  
          as if the universe breathes  
          roused the sleeping earth—  
          beneath skin,  
               a listening pulse  
               gathering its moment to rise.

Empathy enters as a low hum,  
          a warm current threading  
          through fibers of being,  
          renewing the still,  
          shadow-soft sanctuaries  
               where sorrow once lingered  
               and tenderness completes  
               What silence could not.

Compassion blooms in a sudden rush—  
          a spectrum unbound,  
          a rainbow spilled across  
          the cosmos’ canvas,  
          child-bright and fearless,  
               coloring every corner  
               of the waking soul  
               with its tremulous smile.

Before the soul ascends,  
          There is a breathless pause—  
          a flash of clarity,  
          an epiphany caught mid-flight  
          in the heart’s unfolding arc,  
                like northern lights whispering  
                their secret syntax of grace.

Effervescence rises—  
          not as bubbles,  
          but as the ancient light of creation,  
          a timeless force  
          moving without sound,  
               drawing hidden fears  
               into its widening glow.

You notice it only when  
          breath lifts of its own accord—  
          an intangible ballet  
          between the body  
          and the unseen,  
                  as rivers meet the sea  
                  in quiet reconciliation.

And then it ignites— 
          in a spark of ecstasy 
          swelling to an unslakable blaze, 
          its brightness exploding 
          through the adjunct of gloom, 
               making the cosmos 
               a canvas of amazement. 
 
It quaffs the night, 
          forms a beacon of purpose— 
          Love accumulates 
          a grain of brilliance bursting forth, 
              passion penetrates deep 
              as warmth into stone. 

It is not peace that falls 
          from the heavens, 
          It grows from the soil— 
          a quiet, constant song 
          resonating from beneath, 
               as constant as the light of day, 
               as gentle and soft as a lullaby of night.

The strength of a whisper 
          That will not be silent— 
           a voice that comes 
           in leaves, in waves, 
               in the gentle insistence of wind. 
               A vision of the fire that burns within, 
                     a fire that cannot be quenched, 
                          a fire that cannot stop searching, 
                                a fire that cannot be darkened, 
                                      the hidden chambers of the soul.

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