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Winged messenger…

“We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life.”
― Carl Gustav Jung

She is a living breathing spectacle
of nature
found in secret places
born of night
she grows weary by day
her crimson apparel never fading with her life
she is a messenger of love
reminding me of rebirth
of new beginnings
of samsara

And hope swells within me

For I have been ripped to the core
spread out like a wasteland
longing for the night
to end my suffering

I am the sleeper dancing between worlds

you send winged messengers to comfort me
to remind me that I am never alone
to bring beauty
to my wilderness of doubt

And she stayed alive long enough
to become the beauty
that we all are
for she flies against the light
leaving a trail of joy
behind her

it’s only in dying that she continues
her hatchlings live on
in hidden places

she is my joy made complete..



I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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