In a quiet corner of the world,
shadows mingle with moonlight,
There lived an independent soul,
and we know her spirit was bright!
She wove her days alone
with the threads of curiosity;
unraveling the hidden mysteries;
whispered through the oak leaves
that echoed in the rustling brooks!
Her mind; a loom of intricate design,
a subtle spun pattern of dim thoughts,
Yet, it was slightly entangled—
caught in the silken snares of biases.
Threads of the unspoken confirmation;
wound around her mighty fingers,
binding her to what she knew so far,
Anchors made her hands nimble, shaping her perceptions to askew!
The morning dew clung to spiderwebs,
as she set forth on a biblical quest,
Seeking the elusive Tapestry of Clarity!
A fabric woven from truth,
these inclinations of her heart's behest.
Through forests of hindsight,
where trees whispered with the wind
the secrets of forgotten paths,
She journeyed, seeking for answers,
unraveling biases' deceptive aftermath.
"Seek the Mirror of Perspective,"
the ancient oak advised!
"Reflect upon your own reflection,
for therein lies the key," it surmised!
She gazed into the rippling glass,
seeking the truth's elusive thread,
Moments of clinging to false,
woven into her free head.
Next, she climbed the Hill of Empathy,
where flowers bloomed and danced-
in hues of compassion,
Each petal held a story—
an actor's tale,
an observer's lament,
in poetic fashion.
She listened, her heart a loom,
weaving empathy into her soul,
Understanding that biases
were threads spun;
from limited perspectives, her goal.
But the greatest trial awaited—
the Bridge of Uncertainty,
which swaying over doubt,
She stepped onto its trembling planks,
breath catching, courageous stout.
The abyss whispered,
"What if? What if?"
as doubts threatened to consume,
Yet, she pressed forward,
unraveling biases,
weaving a new loom!
On the other hand,
the Weaver's Spindle awaited—
a crystal glowing with clarity,
She took it in her hands,
feeling its pulse,
embracing her newfound rarity.
She spun anew,
threads of open-mindedness,
curiosity, and humility,
The Tapestry of Clarity emerged—
a mosaic of diverse threads,
woven with ability.
Optimism entwined with skepticism,
actor's tales alongside observer's wisdom,
She draped the glassy fabric
over her shoulders,
shimmering in the sun's kingdom.
Back in her quiet corner,
she wove with purpose—
to seek truth, embrace uncertainty,
Mending the fabric of her perception,
inspiring others weaving own tapestry!
With💙
@chrysanthemum