The Empty Vessel: Finding The Beauty We Had Before Earth

Life often starts as a simple journey, yet we find ourselves lost in the pursuit of "name and fame." This poem is a reflection on the "hidden history" of the soul—the beauty we possessed before the world filled us with the unnecessary, and the struggle to break free from the comfort zones that keep us stagnant.

The Hidden History

Life is not the map we drew in dreams,

Nor the simple path we once assumed;

The current pulls much harder than it seems,

And quiet journeys find themselves consumed.

I ask the dark: What is it I pursue?

Is it the name? The fame? Or something deep?

The story ends, but pain stays ever true—

A ghost that lingers while the authors sleep.

We were beautiful before we touched the clay,

An empty vessel, vast with every choice;

But we filled the hollows along the way,

With the heavy static of the ego's voice.

The mind is a merchant of "advantage" and "gain,"

Building a fortress of comfort and pride;

An addiction to safety, a golden chain,

That keeps the hidden history locked inside

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We are full of the world, yet starving for the start,

To break the zone where the soul goes still—

To clear the unnecessary from the heart,

And let the vessel have its own free will.