Clear away the dead things,
and make way for the new,
churning like an ocean,
twisting inside of you,
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
when the memories fade to darkness,
can you begin comprehend it all?
Lost to found, in the divine realm it appears,
Judgement of the Gods, they surely ask,
Can they evolve to face their fears?
Swirling and dancing on a zephyr stream,
can we move passed the differences,
and work together as a team?
Wires are crossed, dreams still matter,
storms on the horizon, I can see it quite clear,
do you know what’s in your head, or was it the latter?
Draw your runes, tarot cards, the point is moot,
without vision, there is no clarity,
an issue at the Root.

Published by Shining Quill of Deeply Rooted

I've been dedicated to Paganism and Earth Magick for 18+ years since Mabon 1999. I am a writer, an artist, and a student of nature.

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