Musings Over Time

Cavern of no words

Where horrors remain silent

Slicing rock.

Inward coming seas

Seal screams of the disposed, lame and shamed.

Sea foam ebbs into crevices where comfort once lived

Replaced with salt whipped memories of treason and sedition

Sorcery and sordid  friends of midnight.

She Arises

In avatar form

A sphere of wholeness in her left hand

A wand of loving kindness in her right

Mirroring reflection to self

Are you ready to see beneath the sea, deep, dark shadows filtering your perception?

Equanimity

Equilibrium

Regal stillness is yours

If you descend into true Self

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