Purple Paths Poetry

  • Thinning

    Obon, Samhain, Dia de los Muertos.Whatever your tongue,Call out to the ancestors.Call them forth. No matter your connection as they walked in flesh,Lean into the shadows beyond the veil.Honor the lost, the lonely, the unheard.Listen closely to the whispers,As they call your name.They know now the hollowed ground Upon which they once trod blindly.Outstretched arms…

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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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