Transcendence & Unity

Poko

My heart and my soul, once again together. Wisdom earned through the journey— apart, and now in the steps of reconciliation. A rose for every woman who broke my heart, showing me what I needed to reunite. How did they know? Because I did not. But I know this: I loved them all. I have explored heartache and found learning in every chamber— sometimes by mistake. I miss these beautiful beings the Creator placed in the physical realm to teach us how to love, not merely how to create. I miss my teachers, one by one. I offer each a rose— a symbol of acceptance, a release of blame, as the wisdom of their teaching blossoms in my thoughts. I love you all— a simple, pure love, sent outward into the ethers, to you. You know what you put me through. Please receive this gift, my thank you. May its gratitude Lift Your Spirits and sweeten your share of the positive memories we created together. I live alone now, contemplating universal meaning— our human impact across all realms, and our place within them. Our wondrous Creator has given us much to explore, offering healing to those who ask— even by mistake.

Poko

Touch my mind With your thoughts Spoken in confidence Revealing truth And earnestly I will listen Touch my hand With a gentle gesture Gain my attention With warmth I will hold your hand With reciprocal fervour Waft your smell With the closeness Of a hug The honesty of the impact I will remember you Dress for me Smile into my eyes Dazzle me with your perception of my importance to you With soft acceptance of your vulnerability My eyes will seek yours Every day Make love to me Mutual physical attraction Let us share pleasure And surf the wave of its magic Until the wave crashes And our passions subside These are Common moments Mutual attractions Relationships On the physical level But touch my heart With understanding Consistency, acceptance Tolerance and self-control Correct my misconceptions Allow my soul to triumph over my ego But be gentle on its exposure Knowing all about my growth Past and future Things that cannot be written Inspired by The soul's resurrection Into the physical world I will become a better man And I will die for you And you alone

Poko

Grace. I can write it, say it, change its colours in so many different ways— just to catch your ear, to find its energy within your beautiful hearts. Will you all stop talking— inside and out? How is it that we have become so displaced, that our inner voices, so benign, are barely heard? Our comfort comes from kinship received from others, while our own inner voices are left without a canvas in our lives

Poko

What is love Without giving With no measure Is it based on personal pleasure Or is it seeing a future in others And opening the doors They cannot see Selfless such a scary place A death of biblical proportion Leaving your shadows In the sun Footprints disappearing in the tides reach Sound on the receptive ears Absorbed into a fertile mind Germination In another time Of singular resonance The only reward Is watching the people you love Ignore and simultaneously grow towards this exalted space Of nothingness and grace Wrapped up in an invisible vibration Reserved for people who care deeply But cannot show or be Since the collective of our hearts Resides in the echoes of the chambers of our perceptions And are influenced So easily

Poko

Shades of red, brown, and black bleed just above the darkness. Shards of meaning, once held dear, pass before my eyes as I let them go and drift into the ionosphere—called infinity, or destiny, or a blended reality. I cling to one memory: the death-grasp of a man who has nothing, yet so much to give. Asking for a paintbrush to show just one moment of my aspect for the collective. Free love is spirit without boundaries—like a stallion running in a field without fences. Freedom is a world of choice. Love is a horse running beside you for a time. We live in a cesspit of broken souls, all walking the same path. Giving to the broken, taking from those who offer love and understanding. We evolve past our transgressions— or do we only grow old, trying to remember what was written in our hearts? We buy a fender, play our past into the future, waiting for the moment an ear is open. We evolve past our transgressions— or do we?

Poko

Hearts flowing in the same direction create a beautiful space in the universal fabric— one that energises the rivers of our destiny. Call it resonance: a symphonic vibration, bouncing outward, colours rising like a yearning firework show. We do not witness this often. It requires the absence of judgment, or the acceptance of what is shared. Electric souls— swarming, beautiful energies— belonging to this world and those beyond. Our Creator's voice runs freely through our being and emerges as a symphony, just a conduit of expression. And in our openness, we become the platform through which love moves.

Poko

Gift of Love An eagle’s eyes descending — moments worth remembering, floating on a zephyr, warm air on the feathers, a body built for flight, secure in the vast sky, yet longing to be known. Below, dolphins playing in the surf, giggling in their way. Do they see me like I see them? My wings ride the rising air, their fins the endless sea. Different worlds, yet the same breath of life. I fly low just to lock our eyes, to share what only love reveals: I cannot live in their water, they cannot dwell in my sky, but we can see through each other’s eyes, and that is enough — that is love. So, dolphin, be in my mind. Close your eyes, and I’ll close mine. When we open, let us see not ourselves but one another. My wings become your joy, your waves become my freedom. Together, for a moment, we belong everywhere. I dive toward your sea — the earth pulling me into your embrace. Joy rushes through me. Then I rise again, lifted by air, carrying your vision in my heart. Now I close my eyes and see through yours: the flip of your tail, the shimmer of your fins, suspended in the surf — suspended like me. Beneath us, life continues — a thousand creatures in their mirrored worlds. And we, eagle and dolphin, are witnesses to more than our own. Thank you, dolphin. Keep your eyes in mine so I can keep mine in yours. For in this gift of love, I see the sky and sea as one, and I see myself more clearly through you

Poko

Choices… small doors we walk through without noticing. A word said kindly. A pause instead of a blow. A breath before reaction. I used to think my life was one decision. Now I know it is a thousand quiet ones— each one shaping who I become.

Poko

[Verse 1] Light, life, flight Been a while since I flew In these man-made wings Breaking through We touch the sky But I wonder why Are we living now Or just passing by [Pre-Chorus] We go faster We go far But do we know Who we are [Chorus] Are we running Or becoming Are we surviving Or arriving Mist ahead No promise where it ends Step beyond Where the unknown begins The membrane wears thin tonight Between the dark and the light [Verse 2] Voices speak Through the mind Open doors Out of time Spaces once Out of reach Now in our hands But what do they teach [Pre-Chorus] What’s behind What’s ahead Are we awake Or misled [Chorus] Are we running Or becoming Are we surviving Or arriving Mist ahead No promise where it ends Step beyond Where the unknown begins The membrane wears thin tonight Between the dark and the light [Bridge] Astral drift Feel it rise Past behind In disguise Falling stars Guide the way Night unfolds Into day [Break] Death makes space For the new Every end Breaking through [Final Chorus] We are running We’re becoming We’re surviving We’re arriving Through the mist Still we go Every step We don’t know The membrane wears thin tonight And the other side burns bright [Outro] Light… life… flight We remember How to fly

Poko

When you have travelled through the long corridors of pain, anger, and confusion — when the storms inside you have spent their final energy and the winds begin to quiet — when the mind grows still after the battle with itself, remember this: what appeared as darkness was never the whole of you. Those moments of bitterness, those flashes of fear or anger, were only temporary rooms in the larger house of your heart. They were never your essence. Beneath them something steady remained — a deeper current waiting patiently for the noise to fade. And when it does, the heart begins to remember its original language. The language of truth. The language of love without condition. In that quiet recognition a different vision appears — not imposed from the outside, but rising gently from within. You begin to see that the struggles of the past were not punishments, but the slow breaking open of a hardened shell. A consciousness emerging — rounding the brittle edges of self-judgment and fear, turning pain into understanding. Those who witnessed you through these storms did not stand there in judgment, but in quiet patience — seeing the greater spirit hidden beneath the noise. Because every soul carries a field within it, wide and open, untouched by the fences we build in moments of fear. And when we finally return to that open field, we run again with the freedom that was always ours. Free of the imposters that once spoke in our name. Free of the shadows that tried to convince us we were smaller than we are. To live in that truth is to recognise what was always waiting inside the heart: a love that does not demand, a patience that does not weaken, and a courage strong enough to face one's own reflection. And when that courage awakens — the storm is no longer the story. The field is. And you are already running in it.

Poko

Run free into the moonlit fields, striding with confidence — no fences in front or behind. Run beside me — our fields entwined, our vision amplified. Run behind me — I will slow my pace for a while. Run in front of me — I will see you, redirect your purpose. Don't alter your course when another leaves your field, for your new field arrives simultaneously. Such is the nature of true love: in transit, synchronicity. Transitory love leaves lessons of growth — given and returned — allowing us to stride harder toward our own truth by entering new fields. Run with meaning, with spirits willing, to lift our vibration — by running together, for a while.

Poko

Thousands of petals In a flower called the heart Each one a whisper Each one a spark Born with you from the start No straight line no map to hold Just pathways winding stories told Finding light in the dark Finding dark in the light Every step pulls apart The flower of our hearts Steps to understand A journey of discovery Some climb mountains Some cross seas No one travels the same way Circles spinning time won't wait Trumpets sound at heaven's gate Finding light in the dark Finding dark in the light Every step pulls apart The flower of our hearts

Poko

Today I rested my head On God's lap Felt his hand Stroke my heart He said If you are true to your heart You are true to me I asked Why then is my heart broken He said to me it is not broken It just needs to be found By you I created this universe as an endless possibility for you to explore not for a strong hand not for a guiding hand unless you ask but i gave your wonder and my creativity Not to be alone without me to be always at one with me not for me to be in front not for me to be beside you but for you to know I am always here if you ask