Purple Paths Poetry

  • Ever Inward

    Turning ever inwardFollowing season’s lead.As darkness spreadsHerself full upon the earth.So too, do we embrace theOpportunity for stillness.Turning ever inwardReflection, introspection.Solstice silently slidingNight into day.Illuminated by the starsBlanketed from winter’s chill.Turning ever inward,The timing is short,The veil grows thin.Fire burns, flames dance,As we marinade in memories,Anticipating the returning of the light.

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  • Remembering

    The soul remembers -Words never spoken,Steps never taken.Still she knows.The soul remembers – She’s been here before.Memories from a brain,Not quite her own.The soul remembers -Inhales deeply, eyes unfocus.She recognizes what sheDoes not see.Breathes deeply, in gratitude.She has found whatShe did not know had been lost.The soul remembers.

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