ashbornwitch on Nostr: At the center, A pure white, Delicate bud. Encircled, By layer, Upon layer. Each an ...
At the center,
A pure white,
Delicate bud.
Encircled,
By layer,
Upon layer.
Each an aspect,
Of our self.
An expression.
Expanding.
Growing.
Returning.
Flowing.
Round.
And around.
Similar,
But different,
In nature.
A change of hue,
Tone,
Detail.
A final layer,
More structured,
Sits outside.
Brittle,
Protective,
Rigid.
Held by an,
Imaginary force,
Barely visible.
Separates us,
From the rest
But connects.
Retrace,
Your steps,
Your journey.
Inspect each,
Circle and space,
Petal and leaf.
One by one,
Until you reach,
The bud.
Go slow,
Feel the beauty,
See light and shadow.
The detail,
The texture,
The imperfections.
The spiral.
The life.
The return.
-
The Return.
Poem by Bridget Ashborn 🌛🌕🌜💋
A pure white,
Delicate bud.
Encircled,
By layer,
Upon layer.
Each an aspect,
Of our self.
An expression.
Expanding.
Growing.
Returning.
Flowing.
Round.
And around.
Similar,
But different,
In nature.
A change of hue,
Tone,
Detail.
A final layer,
More structured,
Sits outside.
Brittle,
Protective,
Rigid.
Held by an,
Imaginary force,
Barely visible.
Separates us,
From the rest
But connects.
Retrace,
Your steps,
Your journey.
Inspect each,
Circle and space,
Petal and leaf.
One by one,
Until you reach,
The bud.
Go slow,
Feel the beauty,
See light and shadow.
The detail,
The texture,
The imperfections.
The spiral.
The life.
The return.
-
The Return.
Poem by Bridget Ashborn 🌛🌕🌜💋