The Seer’s Path

I lived a life so light and free, Yet paths my soul had chose to tread — That ache to grow eternally— Soon shattered all my peace instead. A subtle plane began to call, A pull to learn, to seek, to know... How to breach the magic wall Yet keep my spirit safe below. Dreamcatcher, runes, and tarot’s art, Herbs and candles, revelations… Meditation’s trembling start… Sometimes thoughts of desperation— Like time’s noose grips my beating heart— To rewrite fate’s aberrations. My dreams burn bright—I see the signs, What will be, clear as morning dew. Fear not, I mean no ill designs… This warding charm protects me true. To scry, to know—yet lost, alone, No mentor lights the misty way. How to claim this gift my own? Step by step, I climb each day. Dreamcatcher, runes, and tarot’s art, Herbs and candles, revelations… Meditation’s trembling start… Sometimes thoughts of desperation— Like time’s noose grips my beating heart— To rewrite fate’s aberrations. You laugh, but I’m lost in the maze, Deciphering each whispered theme. A soul grown tall in unseen ways Now sees the signs in every gleam. No turning back—the gift’s aflame, Take it, shine, though storms may rise. To master it? A ruthless game. A nudge… but where? The path’s disguised. Dreamcatcher, runes, and tarot’s art, Herbs and candles, revelations… Meditation’s trembling start… Sometimes thoughts of desperation— Like time’s noose grips my beating heart— To rewrite fate’s aberrations. Dreamcatcher, runes, and tarot’s art, Herbs and candles, revelations… Meditation’s trembling start… Sometimes thoughts of desperation— Like time’s noose grips my beating heart— To rewrite fate’s aberrations.