Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
i can make a path.
i can clear a space—
rid of all trees and debris—
sacred and arcane;
yet i still come
with my name
the burdens—
my pain—
you see,
that’s genuine
to me—
they’re the lens
through which
i see.
still,
in the stillness,
within this space
forest deep,
cleared of debris,
something—
a wisp-like breeze—
brushed me
feather-like
light, gentle
an itch appeared
and spoke to me
and begged me
not to scratch—
to let it be—
and from that
invitation
in the silence,
in the forest clearing
down the path—
in the deep—
came an epiphany:
what is genuine
to me
shall not confine
what is
genuinely me.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, May 6, 2026.
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There is something spiritual and sacred that touches the soul and defines existentially the being. Nicely written Tristan
Really grateful for this read, my friend. I think sometimes the soul needs some silence before it can finally hear itself clearly. Much appreciated, Soren. 🌲🖤🙏🍃
Always most welcome Tristan, a pleasure
Into that silence space, deep in some woods maybe, we hear the sound - a glug or two, then more....unfortunately we can't finish this story, as WCAT have banned it! lol.
Orchi, the forbidden glug echoes once more from deep within the sacred clearing…and alas, the WCAT DJ wardens arrive before the prophecy can be completed. Tragic stuff, my friend. 🤣🌲🖤🙏🍃
Even the best parts of us shall have no constraints. Rich work here.
Thank you so much, Katie…that really gets at the heart of this one for me. Much aopreciated.🌲🖤🙏🍃
Well said. Your poem explores the tension between personal identity and the burdens of one's past experiences. You highlight the journey of self-discovery and the realization that one's true self cannot be constrained by pain or history.
I love how the forest clearing becomes a clearing of self. "An itch appeared and spoke to me and begged me not to scratch” — what a way to describe healing. And that last distinction between “genuine to me” and “genuinely me” is everything. This is sacred work. Very well written dearest Tittu ❤️ a fave for sure🌹
Thank you so much, Salvia. I’m really glad that distinction landed the way it did…that was the quiet heart of the whole piece for me. Thank you for seeing the sacred in it. Amen to that. I appreciate you, dearest friend.🌲🖤🙏🍃
Wonderful addition, I know you will frown when I say just be who you really are, too often people become sheep it's better to be unique! 💜
Thank you kindly, Teddy…and no frown here, honestly. I think there’s real wisdom in refusing to disappear into the crowd. 🌲🖤🙏🍃
Cryptic spirituality ...
Haha Lorenz…I’ll take that gladly, my friend. 🌲🖤🙏🍃
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