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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ancestral Whispers In the depths of the earth, the roots of time stretch like pulsing veins, Nourishing the collective memory with the fertile essence of our past, And I, a poet wandering through forgotten eras, gather crumbs of wisdom from the sacred soil. Magical animals dance in my dreams, fluid contours of light and shadow, Their eyes glisten with secrets as old as the world, their tongues speak in lost dialects, And in every wing beat, in every footprint left in the dust, I read the story of creation. Solitude envelops me like a cloak of mist, here at the border between worlds, Visions overflow the edges of my mind like a turbulent river, Words are born from silence, fragile at first, then growing in power and resonance. Death and rebirth intertwine in a cosmic dance, eternal and implacable, My body is a vessel of transformation, my mind—a cauldron where ancestral alchemies brew, From the ashes of the old self rises, a reborn Phoenix, the poet initiated into the mysteries of the universe. The ecstasy of the primordial dance envelops my being, the rhythm beats in my blood, Feet strike the earth in sync with the heartbeat of Mother Gaia, And in the whirl of movement, the boundaries between self and others melt into a sacred union. The tribe's work is silent prayer, hands united in common effort, Sweat of the brow mixed with earth becomes the bond that ties us to ground and sky, In every gesture, in every breath, we are part of the great ritual of life. I look back to history and forward to the wilderness, a tightrope walker on the thread of the present, My words are bridges between past and future, between known and mystery, In my verses reflects the true measure of things, a balance against the ignorance of the times. I am the keeper of archaic values, the voice that whispers in the roar of modernity, Torchbearer in the night of forgetting, sower of dreams in the barren fields of routine, And my poems are seeds of magic planted in the fertile soil of souls that still know how to listen to the whispers of the Earth.
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