From earthen womb and lunar lore we’re cast,
Sun-kissed and moon-touched, to forever outlast.
Cyclic dance of light and shadow’s gleam,
Weaving fate and destinies of waking dream.
Through mystic runes, our spirits find their way,
To ancient currents where old powers lay.
Solar fire ignites the soul’s desire,
Rune whispers calm the inner pyre.
Illuminating the soul’s deep core,
Ancient wisdom, a healing store.
Guiding us to life’s sacred lore.
Consciousness expands, our strength endures, conscience purifies.
As cosmic tides and wisdom’s light allure.
Love’s gentle flame, a spark within our core,
As shadows deepen, we discover more.
Beneath the veil, where secrets softly hide,
The moon’s embrace, a steady, guiding tide.
In the heart’s center, where wisdom’s light does gleam,
Harmony, abundance and joy are a perfect stream.
Unfolding slowly the soul’s spiritual dream.
© Jurgens Pieterse, 2024. All right reserved.
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