Purple Shadows

Through the realm of purple shadows,

Misty veils and shifting season,

Memory, myth and magic wonder

Lead me from all mundane reason.


Distant echoes call to me

From doorways webbed in darkened gloom,

And through the clouded dimness

I see the Weaver at her loom.


Her soulful eyes do beckon me

While rainbow threads weave tapestries

Of visions full of mystery,

Revealing possibilities.


And from her cloth there did appear

A child whose hands reached out to mine.

She whispered soft my secret name,

Declaring sweetly, “It is time.”


She merged with me and here I stand,

Past and Future intertwined.

The boundless Inner Light expands

Eternal Now outside of time.

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