In the dream-weaver‘s embrace the fox roams free,
A nightly melody, a dance of mystery.
In the midnight whispers, where illusions gleam,
The dreamy fox, a nocturne in the cosmic dream.
Embraced by shadows, by the moon’s soft glow, The owl’s spirit dances in an ethereal flow. Dreams take flight on wings of silent grace, As the owl guides us to a sacred space.
In the depths of my soul, a wildness resides,
A creature untamed, where the wolf abides.
Silent and cunning, with eyes burning bright,
It prowls through the shadows, a creature of the night.
Whispers of wind carry tales untold,
Of a mystical bond, a story unfolds.
In the cosmic weave of life,
where destinies are told,
The deer’s presence, a blessing to behold.
Oh, noble creature, so wild and free,
Guide our souls to heights we long to see,
In your spirit, we find the strength to rise,
As the eagle soars, we touch the skies.
In every heart, a wolf may dwell, A spirit fierce, a tale to tell, Of wilderness and mystery, In every soul, the wild is free.
A keeper of dreams, it sails the night, Casting a spell, a tranquil light, In its embrace, hopes and fears are strewn, Blessed by the grace of the new moon.
Reflecting on the depths of my soul, I seek the truth, to make my spirit whole. The mirror of the self, a sacred space, Where inner light unveils its gentle grace.
When you gaze upon a moonflower’s face, Remember the soul’s sacred space. In its quiet presence, find your own inner light, And let your soul dance with the stars, in the stillness of the night.
“There will be times when standing alone feels too hard, too scary, and we’ll doubt our ability to make our way through the uncertainty. Someone, somewhere, will say, ‘Don’t do it. You don’t have what it takes to survive the wilderness.’ This is when you reach deep into your wild heart and remind yourself, ‘I am the wilderness.“
Brené Brown
Rising from the ashes, I embrace the sky, A soul aflame, I spread my wings high, I am the Phoenix, in me, hope is reborn, In the dance of my flight, a new day is sworn.
„Magic is really very simple, all you’ve got to do is want something and then let yourself have it.“
Aggie Cromwell, Halloweentown
🎃 Happy Halloween 🎃
Wander into that hidden forest glade,
Where the magical tree and dreams are made.
Listen closely to its tales of old,
For in its presence, your own story may unfold.
The moon, a bridge to the heavens above, A conduit of magic, of peace and of love. She connects our souls to the infinite whole, In her silver embrace, we find our true soul.
A chameleon of the skies,
From crescent sliver to full embrace, her beauty never dies.
A guardian of the mystic realms, where dreams and visions soar,
She beckons us to explore the magic, to open up the door.
Her silver beams, they touch our souls, igniting inner fire,
In her presence, we find solace, our spirits lifted higher.
For in the night, the moon reveals, the magic deep within,
A reminder of the sacred dance, where our journeys all begin.