Familiar and unknown, soft twilled silk of memories once lived, reconciled distances hint at divinity and fulfillment yet unseen darkness fades and forgiveness is given. Though we trespass, the lines hate deep in our rage, a child's fear masked, begging for the quiet release from the suffering of pain. We entwine without beginning or end. A moment light reveals the sheer beauty of instant presence. And I know at last what it means to be blessed
J Stout
@DarkMoonMusings · 0:41
Arya, you know how I feel about your poetry. Number one. There is just so much beauty in every piece that I've heard of yours. And so I sometimes feel like I'm just repeating myself when I tell you that this is just so beautiful. There is such a sense of long singing in it to me and such array of hope. And the way you finish it with that last line. Now I know what it is to be blessed. Oh, yeah. Love it
Blair Redmond
@blairbearing · 0:23
A way to leave it all on the paper and paint such a complete perspective of love and the pain and the joy and the pleasure and the longing and just how it makes you feel wonderful yet again
Arya Sunyata
@theheartdrive · 1:10
Hey. Thank you so much for your comment. This is actually a pretty unusual place for me to write from. I realize I don't write enough from this sacred kind of space, this inner space, kind of like a devotional space. And I liked how this kind of came together in this moment and the kinds of circumstances that were happening that allowed this to come together and kind of explore this new side of my poetry that I haven't really delved much into