The Visible Soul
- oak068
- 5 days ago
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Art as the Bridge Between Worlds
Philosophy seeks the invisible: the arc of a principle, the pulse of a truth. But without form, these remain ghosts—ungraspable, ungrounded. Art is the necessary vessel. It gives shape to the ineffable, rhythm to the eternal, and color to the conceptual. Through image, sound, and symbol, we do not merely think metaphysics—we enter it.
This space is for that crossing. A place to share the sketches, verses, fragments, and visions that make the invisible visible. Submit your poetry, your diagrams, your resonant quotes. Let us contemplate together—not in abstraction, but in embodied form.

Here, the unseen finds form.
A breath becomes a brushstroke.
A principle becomes a poem.
A whisper of truth becomes a
glyph etched in light.
This is not a gallery, but a grove.
Not a classroom, but a crossing.
Bring what stirs you—your verses, your visions, your fragments of resonance.
Let them speak. Let them shape.
Let them shine.




Fractals in the Breath
A VERSE FOR THE NESTED SOUL
The mirror cracked along the stream
Each shard contained a sleeping dream
I touched the glass and felt the ache
Of every life I didn’t make
A thousand voices curl inside
Some scream in truth, some softly hide
They speak in symbols, scent, and sound
In time that loops, not linear bound
I am the flicker, not the flame
The hymn that doesn't need a name
And every doubt I’ve held so tight
Was God not understanding light
These hands are old, though born anew
They trace the things I almost knew
In silence, I recall the chord
Of lives unsung but still adored
The river bends, yet holds my…