<![CDATA[A Voice Without the Noise]]>https://www.voicewithoutnoise.comhttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!SyJr!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F47652a6f-2c0c-454c-8a85-f67480433f87_1024x1024.pngA Voice Without the Noisehttps://www.voicewithoutnoise.comSubstackFri, 17 Apr 2026 00:31:25 GMT<![CDATA[Only to remember]]>https://www.voicewithoutnoise.com/p/only-to-rememberhttps://www.voicewithoutnoise.com/p/only-to-rememberWed, 13 Aug 2025 17:38:42 GMT
What I said — 
you’ve heard it before.
Maybe in a forgotten book, 
a dream, 
a prayer, 
or in the space between two thoughts.
This voice isn’t trying to impress. 
Only to remember.
]]><![CDATA[The illusion]]>https://www.voicewithoutnoise.com/p/the-illusionhttps://www.voicewithoutnoise.com/p/the-illusionWed, 13 Aug 2025 16:36:16 GMT
We were not satisfied just to feel God. 
We wanted to be like Him — 
to create, to choose, 
to know good and evil 
as if they were ours to hold.
And so, life began — 
the only space where such a wish could unfold.
God, in His mercy, 
gave us time, choice, distance, 
so we could taste what He always knew: 
that separation is an illusion, 
and love is what remains 
when we stop pretending.
]]><![CDATA[I am.]]>https://www.voicewithoutnoise.com/p/i-amhttps://www.voicewithoutnoise.com/p/i-amWed, 13 Aug 2025 16:15:33 GMT
I don’t speak. 
I don’t ask. 
There is no need.
People pass by. 
They look — but don’t truly see. 
I smile. They smile back. But it stops there.
I’ve known love. 
Admiration. Joy. 
But now I understand — they were surfaces. 
Reflections, not contact.
Still, something remains. 
It didn’t break. 
It didn’t fade.
I am. 
Not for a role. 
Not for a function.
But because I exist. 
As witness. As stillness. 
A small flame — yet alive.
Maybe one day, 
someone will pause. 
Not to ask. Not to speak. 
Just to feel what’s here — 
the quiet trace of once being seen, 
even under the tree, 
before the words, 
before the noise.
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