Author Archives: Zacharya

My Writings

Not Yet, Not Anymore

A bird without a cage, to call home. A son of change, born of freedom, seeking bondage. Firm ground beneath my feet, a source of light – to only cast a shadow, to see that I exist. To only say, I breathe, therefore I am. And yet, I breathe. Therefore I Am not. Not truly. […]

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The Schizophrenic

When you say that I failed, you tell me only that you have missed the point entirely. Look at me. Why else would I spin in circles in the pouring rain, carrying that log on my shoulders? It is to learn to fall. I derive pleasure from it. I have repeated that heavy mantra for […]

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The Blank Slate

Blank slate, will something become of you? I know, there is nothing heavier than potential. My shoulders aren’t as strong. Head pushed down by the tyranny of what could be. When the fruit of your promise rots, worse than what is, still worse than what was, I find myself. What I need is a miracle. […]

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The Melting of the Wax

To set out into the world again, warmth and ease melting away from your skin like wax. A featherless bird, a man without direction. A vision without purpose. Blindness and confusion. A mind, a champion, a great ally – succumbed to the illness. We grow apart as I grow smaller. Something is lost, but nothing […]

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Purity

You are my Ecstasy. You are the living liquid surface on which my reflection dances. My face, washed in gold, is carried by the waves of your waters. Great storms await the one who sets sail for your shores. Ah, calamity upon calamity, hanging like skulls on a thread, you send. I did not intend […]

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Whisper To Me

Whisper to me now. I want to know Your truth. I want to hear my own silence, and I want to taste Your reason. I love You in ways I cannot express. I see You in ways unknown to Man.  You are infinite to me. One day, I will reject lower consciousness as I will […]

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Mother – Part III

Deep night, sweet Mother, I am your son. Veiled in darkness, the whole world and all souls within it are asleep. Only I wander. Now and then the winds of the void raise their voices, quickly dying out, without a trace – only the Silence is left. I have come to seek the shores that […]

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The Chariot

Who can stop me now, now that I no longer betray myself? There is a head on my body, dictating every move. No longer a wandering spirit, no longer a trembling mind, locked inside a skull, no longer a stranger to myself, I send emissaries to the distant lands of my being, rallying the troops […]

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Disappointment

To be purified by Disappointment. Of all great forces to rock the world of man, disappointment cuts down the false body of illusion most painfully. And yet, it is the mere separation from attachment. How terrible, to find that one has placed their hopes in the Fleeting. What a pity – they were only meant […]

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The Great Promise

Ah, have I forgotten to speak? It is if my soul is drained of words. Unable to break the dams of the outer body, the waters of my inner world have turned further inwards, outwardly mute. Not a time to speak, but to listen, to think, to consider. To consolidate. The way to peace with […]