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Shape Shifting Soul

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Written: June 1st 2024, For Unseeking Seeker Contest "here I am in human form but it was not always quite so earth is not the only planet I’ve been to through past life regressions I definitely know"
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In ethereal glow of our final seconds on Earth. Within a span, souls enisling in an isthmus berth. As metamorphosed bees, clad in airy wings, soar Ebbing to a cosmic abode of glow, for ego lore. Embrace bequeath in gestalt of Earth shell. Or is life devoid of anguish and pain in hell? Will we be protean for reincarnation with blood? Shifting, fully booming, owing to anodyne stud. We shall soon reminisce days on remote sand. Ethereal pathways that follow a celestial hand. Eyeing raw cosmic shape sycophant eternity. Then clung to destiny with my slight dexterity. Our exhausted organism is narcissism-driven. Dichotomy may dim soul light if delight is given Mixed rhythms create an authentic, airy shape. Pride divides, but love beats through crape. A human-shaped crow stands against me. After a lull, I realize how other crows may be. It can evolve into nefarious aviator at a whim. Either he goes by moon or sun—could be grim. He flies across treetops as various ravens bow. Bald winged—swear to the lord's fealty vow. To fulfill their duty and honor shifting souls. Embrace him openly, regardless of goals. Some may imagine me as an angel today. A mercurial creature with a noble display, Mythical beings travel to Earth and arrange. But tomorrow—I can freely delve to estrange. Enigma is amaroidal for loving or valuing a voice. Mysterious to the esoteric—familiar by choice, I may ply suction forms reaming joy or sadness. In my cryptic tactics—no space for gladness Nearly recalling draws me in—lures me away.  But those are tears of a child, pure, in disarray.  A juvenile devil is invading my cerebral cortex.  Despite optimum strain, I may become a vortex.

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Date: 6/23/2024 6:39:00 AM
Back with congratulations Dear Sotto.
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Date: 6/8/2024 12:52:00 PM
A deep poem laying on the table your beliefs! The flow and rhyme is wonderful! Life is an exploration, those who know are not there to tell, those who are looking only know when they pass. Best wishes in the contest.
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Date: 6/3/2024 7:43:00 AM
Interesting lines penned. Thanks for sharing it with us. Reads like a good contender for this contest to me. Way to go. Sara K
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Date: 6/2/2024 10:31:00 AM
Your poem is a deeply philosophical and evocative exploration of the soul's journey and the dualities inherent in existence. Through rich imagery, metaphors, and a contemplative tone, the poet invites readers to reflect on the mysteries of life, death, and transformation. The intricate and thought-provoking language makes it a compelling piece that resonates on both emotional and intellectual levels.
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Date: 6/2/2024 8:54:00 AM
I love the theme of life, death and souls' journey beyond earth. You have described one leaving the earth with such evocative words. There's always a rebirth when we leave. I do believe in reincarnation and most times when I recall things, it's more than Deja vu. There's so much mystery in nature, in one's existence and the life after here. I wonder if it's really a happy place for the good ones that have left us. "A juvenile devil is invading my cerebral cortex." Lovely piece Dear, Sotto.
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Date: 6/2/2024 6:17:00 AM
souls enisling in an isthmus berth… A human-shaped crow stands against me… It can evolve into nefarious aviator at a whim…So many great lines and a sure curiosity of a poem…this is a good contender.
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Date: 6/2/2024 5:27:00 AM
very deep and complex experience poetical, childhood vanish so fast, and we face an other and unpredictable life, without parents, all can wo do is hope for an another world, i am not sure i get the entire pure poem, translation was difficult in french, with the mysterious ending, thanks poet for the reading, so great, best wishes yann
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Date: 6/2/2024 3:01:00 AM
we are born again and again and as we are we become refined as fine wheat, I do believe our souls become like precise cut diamonds in time. Thanks for this beauty Sotto, I have recalled 3 lifetimes in my life, the first I recalled at age 12, I know which you speak of, :)
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Date: 6/1/2024 11:04:00 PM
A vortex of great diction. Quite deep in your thoughts. Best for a win.
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Date: 6/1/2024 1:30:00 PM
SP, this really exposes the options that could exist and actually do exist for us in life and possibly in the beyond. The degree to which you create the tornado of emotions astounds me really. The music you chose also appropriately speeds up and slows down with so much back and forth that it echoes very well what you have written. We have so many choices and there are so many influences in life, how can we possibly stand a chance of being what we would like to become? This is a lot of fun to ponder and will stick with me for some time...perhaps even after I transform!!!
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