hiraeth soul

Right.

Calendars and clocks only go forward, and we must embrace that somehow, no matter how dreadful the future seems.

But perhaps the future will have pleasant surprises as well:)

I do sincerely hope.
Thank you for reading & for your thoughts xx

“But it is what we are given this day  
Nourishment for disease  
Thoughts for illness  
Sustenance for greed  
Material for meaning  
 
Not even love seems enough  
For my hiraeth soul’s contentment“

I found myself just looking out of the window after reading those particular lines for a minute of silence and just going… yep.  


As a whole, it’s difficult to encapsulate the human condition in short pieces like this, but you often manage it with such pin-point grace.  

Just wanted to say don’t ever lose that. Thank you for sharing.  

-M

I truly appreciate your kind compliment
Thank you M xx

I understand this because I am often filled with a sorrow I can't name and memories I can't explain...I know a lot of old English words that are no longer is use and I don't know how I know them...I believe some us come from that ancient place but I have met souls on my journey who seem very new and are perfectly content with the life before them...I don't know if it is a blessing or curse to forget...I am left with instinct and fragmented thoughts... this write is excellent I feel it's pull on my soul....

Crimsin I am grateful for your understanding. Thank you for sharing your experience. I Hope one day we can see the present as more sweet than bitter. Xx

It sounds like you carry a deep sense of connection to something ancient and mysterious, something that transcends time and language. The feeling of being filled with unexplainable sorrow and memories you can't fully grasp is poignant and evocative. It's intriguing how you possess knowledge of old English words that have fallen out of common use, hinting at a rich and complex tapestry of experiences beyond the ordinary.

The contrast between encountering souls who seem new and content with their present lives and your own experience of grappling with fragmented memories and instincts adds depth to your reflection. Indeed, the question of whether it's a blessing or a curse to forget is a profound one, inviting contemplation on the nature of memory, identity, and the passage of time.

Your words resonate with a sense of longing, mystery, and perhaps even a touch of melancholy. It's as if you're reaching out across the vast expanse of existence, seeking understanding and connection amidst the enigmatic currents of life. Your writing captivates with its sincerity and emotional depth, drawing the reader into a world of introspection and wonder.

This poem beautifully captures the essence of hiraeth, a Welsh word that conveys a deep longing for a home that may no longer exist or a place that was never truly home. The imagery and emotions portrayed evoke a profound sense of displacement and yearning for something beyond the tangible and the present.

The contrast between the rational mind, the feeling heart, and the rejecting soul adds layers to the internal conflict experienced by the speaker. Despite seeking lightness and fulfillment in the physical world, there's a persistent heaviness within, a soulful discontentment that cannot be easily placated.

The reference to yearning for the ancient suggests a longing for a connection to heritage, tradition, or a deeper sense of belonging that transcends time and space. The poem hints at a disillusionment with the superficiality and emptiness of contemporary existence, where even love may fall short in satisfying the soul's yearning.

The use of vivid imagery, such as the soul seeping into the unfocused mind and scraping into weary bones, effectively conveys the visceral nature of this longing and its impact on the speaker's psyche. Overall, it's a poignant exploration of existential angst and the search for meaning in a world that often feels inadequate to nourish the soul.