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,
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.