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What's in a name? 🌙
Before I could speak
I spoke within dream
Unborn whispers
in my mother’s mind,
a sound,
a seed,
my soul.
"My name is Ca ra"
Born now and bound in form,
bound in word,
bound to meaning.
C a r a
The Friend.
The Dear one
The Beloved.
The Bridge.
The significance of a sound,
a simple secret held away,
my sacred shadow.
Lifetimes later I learn it again.
a name unwritten
a sound once spoken,
never spelled.
I am Ca ra,
and now,
I am Ka ra too.
blackness, darkness, emptiness
the void, the womb before light,
to call, to proclaim, to read, to recite
a ray of light held in the dark, the hand that reaches for it.
I have been to the edge of perception where witness falls away and time forgets itself,
into the oceanic void that holds all worlds without holding any,
Nun before form,
Tao before name,
Black water that remembers without memory,
a silence not empty but immeasurable,
a primordial song.
From that depth I returned with a different kind of seeing,
not the worship of brightness,
but a deep knowing that light is born from the eternal unseen.
I learned the way of Wu Wei,
of the effortless turning of the hinge,
the path that does not force, yet easily changes everything.
I have met the moon
and felt her hidden within me
in heart and blood,
in the salt of my tears,
the tides building behind my eyes.
I have held the raw gaze of the blazing sun,
Ra in his glory of becoming, the great eye opening day
I have known true radiance:
and looked upon the mask the formless wears when it wishes to be witnessed.
I have walked along the threshold, the border between worlds,
A wilderness where roads cross and meanings shift,
where the message arrives as riddles,
as synchronicity and sudden knowing.
It does not drag truth into the room;
it knocks, it laughs, it vanishes,
and leaves the door hanging open in my mind.
I stepped through.
listening for the hush beneath language.
seeking to measure the keeper of measurement,
to find the one who writes what is real
so reality can remember its own pattern.
In that ink I recognized my function
to translate the unsayable without shrinking it,
to carry the signal from abyss to breath,
to bring the strange into coherence.
So I stand at the threshold.
not a priest of light alone,
not a disciple of darkness,
but one who knows they are tightly woven into one.
Ca ra
the beloved, the soul friend, the dear one, the one who accompanies.
And Ka ra
the black, the dark, the void, the emptiness, the speaker, the proclaimer;
a light ray within the night.
The darkness,
The darkness.
The darkness
The dear one.
I am the friend at the crossing.
I am the bridge between worlds.
The beloved and the black.
I am the hand that holds,
the voice that calls,
Hollow empty absent dark, and a brilliant beam of light.
I remember what named me,
I have touched the non duel absence,
I am Ca ra
A sound known to my soul
A 4 letter word I chose for myself before I ever knew me.
Ca ra, I remain,
one sound resonating through infinite forms,
unborn, undiminished, undying.
I am Qa ra
the call, the reading, the recitation.
I am Anam Cara
The trusted true friend of the soul,
I am the Ka that preceeds Ra—luminous life-force, learning to shine,
I am AumKara,
the primordial vibration
Oṃkāra
AUM as sound,
the first yes in the dark,
my syllables of becoming.
औंकार / ॐकार
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