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Callista Namora Poem
From early days, my path diverged alone,
Not as the others danced beneath the sun.
Their laughter echoed; mine a silent tone,
A melody of one, by none begun.
The brook’s soft murmur spoke in tongues to me,
While others heard but water’s gentle flow.
In rustling leaves, a cryptic symphony,
A world within, where only I could go.
The tempest’s roar, to them a fearsome sound,
To me, a chorus of the soul’s deep fight.
In solitude, my richest truths are found,
A canvas painted in the darkest night.
Yet in this aloneness, strength is spun,
A solitary journey, mine begun.
Copyright © Callista Namora | Year Posted 2025
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Callista Namora Poem
If we must kneel, let not our hearts be blind,
To creeds that chain the soul in ancient lore;
Let senses guide where dogmas leave us poor,
And truth be sought beyond what’s left behind.
No longer shall we fear the wrathful skies,
Nor bow to idols forged in ages past;
The present calls, its voice both clear and vast,
To break the yoke where silent sorrow lies.
O kin of thought, arise and cast away
The shrouds that veil the light within our reach;
Embrace the now, let intuition teach,
And find the sacred in the breath of day.
Though temples fall and scriptures turn to dust,
The living moment is our only trust.
Copyright © Callista Namora | Year Posted 2025
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