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Poem for Hekate: Center of the Crossroads.

Keys and crossroads,
In the secrets of two torch's flames,
Are mysterious codes
Even Zeus fears Her many names.

Obsidian ophidians and onyx wolves scatter,
And become dear guides,
To those She thinks matter.

In a voice like fog She confides,
To Her Witches, Priests, and Priestesses,
Trickles of Her mysteries,
Almost like pages of Her diaries.

I hear the wisdom of Hekate's soul,
Dragons confirm Her ancient truth,
In Her scrying bowl,
She sees me wild and uncouth,
She delights in my dancing to Her song in the center of the Crossroads.
Posted in Deities, Energy Work, Music and Art, Spells, Spiritual Growth

Kali Gauri DeviJa: TW Depression Poetry

Insane in the brain cant refrain from the pain, hey isnt life a stain on the soul for those with no control? Roll the toll. Deities of my soul.

Let me live or give me an urn that I earned. Burn my soul make me something else. 1000 years burning but at least 1000 learning.

I feel like I am nothing if I felt nothingness exists in the grandness of this royal kindness. But I have no finesse. So much regress. Who am I trying to impress? My dress or these narticitic empresses always making messes they can’t clean

Clean to be mean. Guess I only can love brown eyes with sties, dyes, flies,ryes, my own kind. Truly sad.

Sadder than madder than gladder, guess I’m just fadder dadder who tries to make my life matter. It doesn’t feel zeal.

No zeal to heal. No zeal to feel. Nothing feels real. Everyone loves to steal it’s zeal.

Kali come to me and deal.

Kali help me heal.

Kali help me feel.

Kali meal my hatred

Kali teal.

Kali real.

Kali’s zeal.

Jai Ma Gauri Devi!