Soul Knowledge

I am the woman who wandered through walls made of stone,
Trying to soften my spirit so I would belong.
I am the voice that was quiet for far too long,
Hiding my fire in places where I felt wrong.

I am the daughter of centuries learning to bend,
Smiling through sorrow, pretending wounds could mend.
I am the keeper of tears I refused to release,
Searching for love while abandoning my peace.

I am the spark that patriarch shadows could not erase,
Though many tried to dim the light upon my face.
I am the ache of being unseen in crowded rooms,
A wildflower blooming beneath inherited gloom.

I am resentment wrapped in delicate skin,
Carrying storms where forgiveness had not yet been.
I am the memory of every silenced cry,
Asking the heavens again and again, “Why?”

Yet I am also the dream walking into the night,
Where I became the man beneath the dim moonlight.
I am the voice that wounded; I am the voice ashamed,
I am the heart that finally spoke love’s hidden name.

I am the unconscious man falling at her feet,
Begging forgiveness from the divine feminine I could not meet.
I am the unconscious man who abandoned her flame,
Then spent lifetimes hiding inside power and shame.

I am sorry.
I am sorry for dimming your sacred light.
I am sorry for mistaking your softness for weakness in my sight.
I am sorry for the centuries your spirit learned to hide.
I am sorry for every moment I left your soul denied.

I am the unconscious man begging her spirit to rise again.
I am the unconscious man learning love beyond dominion.
I am the unconscious man weeping before her holy fire,
Finally seeing the goddess beneath buried desire.

And the cycles reverses___

Again and Again,

I am the unconscious woman kneeling before the divine masculine heart,
Begging forgiveness for tearing his tenderness apart.
I am the unconscious woman who bound him to silent pain,
Calling his burden “duty” again and again.

I am sorry.
I am sorry for chaining your worth to how much you could endure.
I am sorry for asking your weary soul to forever reassure.
I am sorry for expecting strength while denying your grief.
I am sorry for making devotion carry inherited belief.

I am the unconscious woman releasing the weight from his hands.
I am the unconscious woman finally understanding his wounds and demands.
I am the unconscious woman seeing the sacred boy inside the man,
The one who only wished to love the best he can.

I am both Shiva and Shakti dancing as one flame,
Both the ocean and the wave returning the same.
I am yin and yang in a sacred embrace,
Darkness and sunlight woven through infinite space.

I am the feminine rising from ancient grief,
I am the masculine learning surrender and relief.
I am the union where opposites finally cease,
The sacred marriage becoming inner peace.

I am no longer fighting reflections of me,
No longer chained to who the world demanded I be.
I am the wound and the healing flowing together,
A soul discovering wholeness beyond all weather.

I am the serpent circling eternity’s fire,
Dying to fear and awakening higher.
I am the prayer the universe whispered inside,
The river of mercy where all divisions subside.

I am no longer shrinking to fit into pain,
No longer begging the broken world to explain.
I am the light that survived every shadowed door,
Whole unto myself now and forevermore.

I am the stillness beyond duality’s sea,
I am the truth no separation can undo in me.
I am the divine feminine underneath the arrogant man.
I am the divine masculine underneath a narcissist woman.
I am forgiveness returning both to harmony.

I am the soul remembering at last:
all opposites were always within me.

Concept: Goma Thapaliya (thought sources Kashmir Shaivism, Shakti Rising), Assisted by AI-Chatgpt