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The Visible Soul

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.



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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.




 
 
 

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oak068
5 days ago

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…

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oak068
5 days ago
In play, the soul remembers how to shape worlds
In play, the soul remembers how to shape worlds

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