Winter of the Soul
Transformations happening as one lets go of what was for what is.
WHERNTO: heedism notions
Pieces die off that are no longer needed
Tears of revelation cleanse my soul
Release aspects with which I once pleaded
As they wither away I let them go
Things become barer and more plain
But the chill that winter is thought to have
Remains outside the window of my perception
As I'm warmed by the fire with reason to be glad
Branches are snapping but beneath the earth
Roots are deepening and spreading
The snow outside is a stunning landscape
A mirror of where I am heading
This is the winter of the soul
Unfolding a timeless drawing
A pristine preserved blueprint
Is eternally thawing
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