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In the mystery of the ancient altar, where shadows dance in dim lights

In the mystery of the ancient altar, where shadows dance in dim lights,
Rituals are symbolic acts, stories written in echoes and hopes,
They weave invisible threads between souls, bringing hearts together without words,
In a world where communion does not need the troubled voice of speech.
As the years pass, memories become incantations whispered softly,
Rituals are time's fabrics, golden links between past and present,
Each gesture, a metaphor of sacred values, a reflection of hidden essence,
In solemn silence, they bring to life a community without spoken words.
In the shadowed altar of the heart, our roots intertwine like a spider's web,
Each ceremony, a poetry of time, a call to profound unity,
Beyond the noise of the modern world, where communication becomes meaningless wind,
In the depth of their silence, rituals preserve the soul of a vanished collectivity.
Through the stream of consciousness, we navigate oceans of sacred memories,
Each step on the paths of rituals, an ephemeral dance of shadows and lights,
Silently weaving golden threads, creating a tapestry of lost communion,
In today’s world, however, communication without community prevails.
In the heart of the night, when all seems lost, rituals whisper forgotten tales,
They remind us that we are tied by invisible, sacred, eternal threads,
In every symbolic gesture, we find the echo of a past filled with meaning,
Guided by the mysterious light of an unspoken communion.
On the altar of life, where wandering souls find their place in silence,
Rituals become the candle that burns in the deep night of loneliness,
In them, we find the peace of a community that asks not for words but presence,
While modern voices are lost in the wind, emptied of essence.
Through symbolic acts, we learn once more to feel the sacred connection,
Rituals call us into the light, showing us that we are an inseparable whole,
In their silence, we discover the essence of a true community,
Communication transforms into a dance of shadows, a symphony of united souls.
In the depth of the night, the rhythm of rituals becomes a song of hidden desires,
They realign the fundamental stones of values that define our essence,
Each gesture, each incantation, a rebirth of an old and sacred community,
And thus, in the flow of consciousness, we find the melancholy of a lost communion.
When dawn rises and the light emerges, rituals remain as a living memory,
A testimony that, beyond words, we are one in sacred silence,
In today's world, communication sweeps leaves into the void, without communion,
But within us, rituals preserve the magic of an unspoken community.

Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2024

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