The Cauldron
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion,
desiring to become a new person.
My troubled heart was pulling me apart,
interrupting the tranquil flow of my mind.
Diving into the cauldron was a huge delight;
I hoped to rid myself of the dark energy that had cocooned me.
As I sank to the bottom of the cauldron,
sparks of light danced around me,
filling me with both excitement and surprise.
Suddenly, I found myself rising, standing upright.
The sparks of light moved away from me,
forming a whorl of light in front of me.
A woman emerged from the light,
stepping closer to hold my hands.
She told me to be strong and resilient,
explaining that turbulence strengthens the mind and provides deeper insight.
“I’ll always love you,” she said,
before disappearing into the potion,
and tears streamed down my cheeks.
When I emerged from the potion,
the sage looked at me and smiled.
He understood my encounter.
“You were too hasty,” he said.
He advised me to heed the words I had heard:
“Her soul lives in the potion of magical light,” he smiled.
February 21, 2025.
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