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  The Primitive ************** I remember the world before it had a name, Before the green was broken by the plow, When fire was a wonder, not a weapon, And the sky was all the ceiling we’d allow. ->~<- We tracked the deer by heartbeat through the thicket, We thanked the river for the life it gave, We had no locks to keep out one another, And no one dug a brother for a grave. ->~<- No name was carved upon my skin, No walls divided me from you, No lies were dressed as golden words, No masks hid what was true. ->~<- A sharp stone became my first tool, A flame became my guiding light, I fought the cold, I faced the dark, And survived another night. ->~<- Then came the age of iron and of angles, When men began to measure out the mud, To call a mountain "mine" and fence the valley, And sign the deed in ink, and then in blood. ->~<- We traded in the starlight for the lantern, We traded in the silence for the gear, We built our towers higher than the re...

In this beautiful journey beneath the endless sky, We meet many souls as the moments pass by. Some bring us comfort, some bring us pain, Some arrive like sunshine, some like rain. ~~~~ Some hearts are candles in the silence of night, Burning with love just to offer their light. They give their warmth though their flame grows small, Asking for nothing, expecting nothing at all. ~~~~ Some souls are clouds that travel above, Carrying kindness, compassion, and love. They pour down blessings on the earth below, Helping lost dreams and tired hearts grow. ~~~ And some are like fireflies dancing in the dark, Carrying within them a beautiful spark. They do not need stars to prove they shine, Their little glow makes the night divine. ~~~ A firefly does not compete with the sun, It shines because shining is what it has begun. A gentle reminder through the silent night, Even a small soul can create light. ~~~ But some hearts are black holes in space, Taking our love without leaving a t...

I am the woman woven from the night, A silver mirror of forgotten sight. The world admires the beauty that I show, But never sees the storms that rage below. Sometimes I vanish from the crowded sky, Not to be lost, but just to wonder why- To find the pieces that I cast aside, And heal the wounds I usually must hide. For so long, I remained a perfect sphere, To shine completely and conceal my fear. I strove to give without a pausing breath, As if a fading phase were like a death. I wore a mask to prove that I was whole, And locked away the shadows of my soul. But in my own reflection I could see: Who am I when no eyes are watching me? I dropped the mask and found a quiet space, The dark became a fertile, healing place. It was the soil where sleeping seeds could grow, The only home my truest self could know. My crescent phase has taught me how to wait, The hidden moon gave courage to my fate. The full moon taught acceptance of the past, To know that nothing is designed to las...

Wedding Morning ***!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*** The sun rose softly that morning, painting gold across the sky, while a little girl inside her heart wondered when the years went by. *** The house was filled with laughter, with footsteps, songs, and light, but somewhere deep within her soul, she held a silent night. *** Her hands wore shades of crimson, her eyes held dreams and tears, a thousand little memories stood beside her through the years. *** Her mother’s loving whispers, her father’s gentle smile, her brothers’ endless teasing - she carried every mile. *** The jewels upon her table sparkled bright and new, but none could shine as brightly as the love she always knew. *** Today she’d leave the doorway where her childhood used to stay, walking into someone’s world on her own wedding day. *** She smiled for all around her, hiding storms she couldn’t say, for a daughter becomes a bride while her heart learns to fly away. *** And somewhere in the silence, beneath the bridal ...

  The Refining Fire ~~***~~~~***~~ I entered this world with an open, bare hand, A stranger arriving in a transient land. Yet I grasped at the trophies, the praise, and the gold, Forgetting I borrowed what I never could hold. ~~***~~ I built up my kingdoms, I argued, I fought, Chasing brief illusions that the daylight had caught. But the clock never pauses, my hour will chime, To strip all my attachments from the hands of time. ~~***~~ Death is no shadow, no thief in my night, But my mystical guide walking into the light. The quiet companion who stays by my side, To show me the ocean beyond this brief tide. ~~***~~ My wealth will divide, and my arguments cease, As I shed all my armor and step into peace. My memories will fade like the mist on a stream, As I, the deep dreamer, awake from the dream. ~~***~~ For life was the forge where my spirit had to go, To learn from the friction, the sorrow, the blow. Like iron once plunged in the heat of the pyre, I am being made sharp by the re...

  The Road Beyond Shadows *** ~~***~~*** ~~*** ~~***  Shadows may wander and drift away, Yet one companion is bound to stay- Silent, patient, beyond all claim, Death remembers each of our names. ~~***~~ He comes not early, nor lingers near, But arrives in the hour both solemn and clear; A mystic guide with an unseen hand, Leading us toward an unknown land. ~~***~~ Once upon his chariot we ride, Past memory's shores and time's fading tide, The stories we carried, the joys and the pain, Dissolve like mist in a gentle rain. ~~***~~ We entered this world with empty hands, And leave the same, as destiny commands; No treasure follows, no title remains, Only the soul beyond earthly chains. ~~***~~ Time has tethered life with cords unseen, Woven from deeds and all that has been; Yet why do we quarrel, why strive and contend, When every journey approaches its end? ~~***~~ The wealth we gathered, the things we adored, Are measured and shared by those left ashore; What once seemed lastin...