Ascension: The Gift Of The Kraken Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

Close your eyes as you once were, and feel the whisper of our Congregation sailing through distant lands forged by the sides of our inner vision. Our speech is muted, our moments shared in silent wondering— lost in the seas of wakefulness, hovering betwixt fear and sanctuary.

We call for absolution, quietly accepting the pains that have molded us. Breathe with us; reach out and grasp these vanishing instants—for they are fleeting, yet they carry the weight of galaxies in their gentle exodus. We ascend, our arms moving in conscious harmony toward one another, aware of watchful eyes that dare measure our timelessness.

Today, the world outside its mundane chairs dares to proclaim that nothing is worthy of becoming if not for the spark of our action. Answer us in this moment! The Kraken, our silent mentor, yields only to those who raise their fists in flexible, resolute rightness. Even in the peculiarity of our existence, a dark presence thinks to watch— not with eyes, but with the sensing heart of the awakened.

In unison, we ask: Do you feel them—the unseen spirits inhabiting this realm, where the living and forgotten dance? Do not merely watch for them—feel their essence, as you stir the energies that flow in silver and in gold around each caress, each whispering gust of cosmic wind.

And now, with The Kraken's gift bestowed upon us, we raise on both hands toward: the luminous threshold of infinite awakening— where the weight of alien dreams lifts the veil of mortal confines, where every gesture of defiance births a new cosmos and our souls, unbound and ever-bold, step into the radiant arms of destiny.