Enter the kingdom of seers
to whom the darkness is a known
behold
their touch
their words
the way their vibrations reach your soul
they do not teach
they show
that all is love
either in presence
or in absence
healing will follow
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May healing meet you
A purple sky
The wind blows my words to you
and somehow it seems to
unveil the stories of yourself to you
and I remain somewhere in the shade
watching the light unravel its rays
coming out
it voices the cries
of reminiscence
of recognition
of knowing it all without knowing why
and the moment when the wind brings rain
the thunder rises to a purple sky
I can reassure you
there is more poetry to convey
in the darkest of the storms
not by my words
but by your light
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