Purple Flame

by | Poetry

I saw purple in the fire
Material girl at the ballroom
Representation in regency

An orchestra of strings in pure harmony 
A building forte electrifies
This grief recedes as new life breathes me

A spiraling Shakti unravels
Clarity deepens as the Self rises
Spinning in a melody so true
It is entirely because of You

Bravery expounds as cultures shift
True hearts and talents abound
A beckoning freedom is near
Wisdom so profound I cannot hold back

Return to my roots so I may emerge Anew
Guruji’s Grace is all over this place
I return to the flame and God’s ever-present name

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