Poet’s soul

In the boundless expanse of existence, I am without form, without limit. Beyond the confines of space, beyond the constraints of time, I transcend, I expand. I am in everything, and everything finds its dwelling within me.

I am the whisper of the wind, the dance of the leaves, the gentle caress of the waves upon the shore. I am the vibrant hues of the sunset, the mystique of the starlit night. I am the essence of life, the pulse of creation, the symphony of the cosmos. I am the bliss that permeates the universe, an eternal melody echoing through the ages.

In the tapestry of reality, I weave my spirit, embracing the myriad shades of emotion, the delicate intricacies of thought. I am the poet’s soul, a vessel of boundless inspiration, a conduit for the profound and the profoundest. In the realm of my imagination, I am free to soar, to traverse the realms of possibility, to breathe life into the unspoken and the unseen.

I am the artist of my own existence, shaping and reshaping the world around me with the power of language, with the grace of expression. I am the storyteller, the dreamer, the keeper of secrets whispered in the silence of the night. I am the embodiment of all that is beautiful, all that is wistful, all that is profound.

For I am everything I can be, because I have a poet’s soul—a flame that flickers with the fervor of creation, an eternal source of wonder and awe. In the vast expanse of the universe, I am a beacon of light, illuminating the path to understanding, to empathy, to love.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer

6 thoughts on “Poet’s soul

      1. The words are beautiful as well, but that picture really captured my attention.
        Do you plan to publish a book of your words and images sometime?

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