The Woods

A flame still burns,
upon the hidden altar of transformation
Mortal eyes cannot see
what spirit sees or she places before me
I can perceive figures in the muted light
Shadows on guard
protecting relics of a world we have yet to know
But our knowing grows
And I cannot blanket the terrors of
A dimming wood
A forest of souls and stones and bones
Calling me to tread on down this well hidden trail
An arch of solid granite shrouded in vines and roots of ancient trees
Shows my spirit the way
And my feet lead me
Down the steps
Of disdain and quickened pain
Through shadows of my Self
Evolving to this moment
Trivial longings fade into the distance
And this one true desire beckons my heart to soar
On ravens wings to strike out the clout
Of disillusion
And I kneel in the fog
This astral mist of blooded memories
And I believe
We hold the key
To the womb of the earth
Where pain and peace do not turn so easily
From one to the other
The hater to the lover
My mother whispers my destiny
And I can see
The way before me
And I’ve come home

 

*LJ

Author: lauryn jean

A freelance copywriter & content writer with my BA and daytime work experience in education, I have come to love my own unique journey with educating and writing using holistic & spiritual approaches. I am driven to create and provide these types of services to those I know who can benefit from what I have to offer. Whether it's developing a personally-tailored content strategy to connect businesses with their supporting clientele or teaching meditative practices to young children, I am in my zen place when working for something I feel is greater than myself.

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