Poem: The Path Unseen

Beyond the veil where shadows breathe,
A path lies cloaked in silent sheathe.
It winds through mist and moonlit gleam,
A whisper born from ancient dream.

No map can chart its secret thread,
It lives where angels fear to tread.
Beneath the roots, above the skies,
Between the truths and whispered lies.

Each step is taken soul by soul,
Led not by sight, but by the whole—
A knowing deep, a quiet call,
That rises soft and bids us fall.

Into the self, the void, the flame,
Where none return quite the same.
It sings in symbols, speaks in rain,
And carves through joy as well as pain.

The path unseen, yet ever near,
Is found beyond the grasp of fear.
And though it’s mystical and long,
It hums within your heart like song.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and light,

Brenda Marie