Poetry

Dear Seeker,

If your heart carries unspoken stories, let them rise.
Let them become a work of art; a poem, a whisper, a journal and a truth only you can give voice to.

This is not about perfection.
It’s about expression, your healing, your awakening, your becoming.

🌿 Start with a sensation.
What’s moving in you right now? A quiet ache, a longing, a pulse of joy?
Let that be the doorway.

🖋️ Let the words emerge naturally.
There’s no right or wrong. Write as if no one’s watching.
As if your soul is speaking, and finally being heard.

💫 Embrace what’s raw, real, and ready.
Each word you release clears space for insight, for peace, for wholeness.

Your story matters. Your voice has power.
Give it room to breathe, to be witnessed, to transform.

With warmth and deep respect,
Maria

Autumn

Golden leaves drift—
whispers of time surrendering to the wind.
Bare trees stand in quiet grace,
awaiting the next season of becoming.

And I…
I am lost in my own obsession,
blinded by decades of not knowing,
unable to see the promised land
that once lived within reach.

If only I had the wisdom of nature—
to soften, to prepare,
to embrace what must fall away.

Instead, I clung to separation
with empty hands,
trapped in the echo
of a foreigner’s silhouette,
stitched between cultures,
torn between names.

I drift—
belonging nowhere,
yet yearning everywhere.

Then autumn speaks.
It doesn’t shout.
It whispers:
Change is the only way forward.

To become whole,
I must release the weight of what was.
I must step onto the next train
before it fades into the distance.

— 1997- Maria T. Resele©

The Nature of Desire

I flawed, unfinished, shaped by breath and bone,
moved by the tides of longing.

I reach for pleasure, am stirred by beauty,
and at times, I lose myself in the shimmer of the world.

I chase after wealth, thrill in moments of power,

and feel the pull of recognition
the applause, the belonging, the climb.

Ambition burns in me,
dreams lift me, and still I ask, what summit is high enough to silence the soul’s deeper cry?

For beneath the noise of wanting,
a quiet voice stirs:
a longing not for more, but for meaning.

Not for status, but for sincerity.
Not for victory, but for presence.

I begin to see
true purpose is not in standing taller,

but in bowing lower,
in lifting what is heavy, in healing what is hurt.

What is truly worth desiring, if not the chance
to walk this earth as light, honest, whole, and true?

To live not by the hunger of the world,
but by the radiance within.
To serve.
To love.
To remember who I am.

And in that remembering,
I become free.

Maria T. Resele©

Osaka, 2014

Winter's Shadows

In the frozen mist, shadows stretch long,
Light dims, yet the soul holds on.
A figure walks, heavy with despair,
Bound by burdens too deep to share.

Yet beneath the hush of winter’s night,
A quiet ember glows with might.
Strength lies waiting, fierce yet still,
A force unseen, a silent will.

The way seems lost, the cold won’t cease,
Yet deep inside, a spark seeks peace.
Through weary steps on icy ground,
Courage stirs, though none surround.

The path is veiled, the dawn feels far,
Yet through the fog, there shines a light.
No longer trapped, no longer bound,
In winter’s hush, their strength is found.

From trauma’s depths, they rise, they grow,
A soul reborn in morning’s glow.

In Your Love, I Am Whole

Dear Lord,
I come before You with an open heart,
seeking forgiveness for the burdens I carry,
for the pain I have held too tightly.

Help me release the past,
soften the walls around my heart,
and see love for what it truly is.
For too long, I sought wholeness in another,
losing myself in illusions of love.

Lord, I surrender to Your wisdom.
Teach me to hold myself with compassion,
to find safety in You,
and walk in love without fear.

I long for Your presence,
to trust that I am worthy,
not for what I give,
but for simply being me.

For in Your love, I am whole.

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