In the absence of words, wounds unspoken,
A hollow vessel, lost in November's token.
No bearings left, no cardinal points to heed,
Yet within, a flicker of light takes seed.
Beneath patient skin, pain's whispers grow,
A compass emerges, through depths we sow.
To embrace demise, a chance to find rebirth,
Shedding old tales, reclaiming our own worth.
Questions echo, piercing the restless night,
Grace, a soothing balm, guiding us with might.
Rest, she urges, in solace's tender hold,
Unveiling sorrow's secrets, stories yet untold.
An instrument of strength, we rise anew,
Charting a course, with resilience in view.
For isn't sorrow's touch a bridge to mend?
Dying to ourselves, a path to transcend.
And as winter's chill tightens its grip,
We embark on a journey, our spirits equipped,
To delve deeper into the realms unseen,
To find the light in winter's serene.
Shedding the old skin, we step into the new,
A spiritual awakening, our essence shining through.
Like a Phoenix rising, from ashes to flight,
We emerge, transformed, in radiant light.
In the depths of darkness, we seek our way,
Guided by whispers, where truths hold sway.
The canvas of our being, a masterpiece in bloom,
As we shed the illusions, embracing our truest room.
With each breath, we inhale the sacred air,
Communing with whispers of grace, beyond compare.
The old self dissolves, like ice in the thaw,
Revealing a soul reborn, in awe.
Connected to the web of life's intricate design,
We dance with the cosmos, in rhythm divine.
Awakening to the unity that binds us all,
Answering the call, as we heed destiny's call.
In this sacred space of rebirth, we find,
A love so profound, it transcends the mind.
Embracing the beauty of the present's embrace,
In winter's light, we find solace and grace.
So let us dance in the winter's glow,
Igniting our soul's fire, letting it flow.
Embracing the transformation, soaring higher and higher,
We become the embodiment of life's sacred choir.
For within the depths of darkness, we discover,
The seeds of light, waiting to uncover,
A spiritual awakening, finding our essence true,
In winter's embrace, we are reborn, anew.
And as the seasons turn, and spring draws near,
We carry the light, without a trace of fear.
For the journey of the soul knows no end,
It's a perpetual cycle, a love that transcends.
So let us gather the light, as winter unfolds,
Embracing the wisdom that our spirit holds.
Connected to the divine, we shine ever bright,
In this eternal dance, of darkness and light.