Sat for years on a dark red sofa
in a magical cloak of invisibility,
the poet travels to interior cities
to find sound inside her silence.
Through each hour of quietness
she meets hidden storms within,
knowing they need to be visited
for her to witness true revelation.
Make no mistake this is a lonely,
isolating path through solitude,
where we leave the cover of ego
and honour our wisdom within.
As we reflect on the divine light,
we encounter enlightening love.
He who sees past life’s illusions.
He who seeks his passage alone.
Reversed, he closes all openings,
refusing to remain in this world.
Extreme isolation prompts exile,
where integration is unwelcome
and close friendship condemned.
An island, not reached by others,
he becomes the hermit’s shadow,
far too anxious to even sit down.
Join the search for deeper truth,
allow your inner light to sparkle
so that people may come to you.
Seek compassionate detachment,
enjoy the diverse paths of others.
Become a guiding light for souls
and the same light shall be given
as you seek the Wheel of Fortune.
Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2016