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Prior to intent

Written: July 18, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker Line of inquiry: "heart sets up a vibration echoing as wordless intent mind translates in symbols flight of our soul’s ascent is intent then a stirring of soul with God, conferring" *************** Before tenacity sets off its fetching flame, There is a stillness that cogitation can't achieve. A breathless edge where time loses its cleave, And stillness screams what words never claim. The heart begins with an unanswered bell, A fork of tuning fire before a plucking smell. Its pulse is an unwritten or unheard poem, A lit beacon shines in the grid of low hum. Soul and root share secrets in this domain, In soft waves of warm, unspoken light. If feelings boil up, but lack a refrain, Still caught up in the whirlwind of pure might. All that matters is the look of that sparkle, A phantom of greatness carved from the glow? Ideas arise from dreams barely recalled, A river that blends where no map can scald. The mind is an inception of a starry semaphore, Strain to maintain this shaking in a scroll. But what it communicates is only a spore, Mirrors of an overall that lacked a belt role. The soul is a vessel lined with vapor vows, Doesn't talk; it only pulses and flames. Its desire strums the strings when it plows, Not sowed, not seen, but vital with a name. So before the page, the docket, and the appeal, There is a sacred rhythm that rules, not real— A chorus of rhythm sans beget, wild and free, A rifle that is still not seen by the scree. Is this divine voice in quiet sway? Talking to the soul of cosmic breath? A hymn that vibrates but cannot say, Where truth and myth flock across death. Intent is but the ember after song— Ash of awe where stars and spirit throng.

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