Persephone’s Polished Perspective

Why do scary caves attract loneliness?

Offerings crowd the entrance: shells, crystals, fruit

White-wash slaps the walls — a school bell announcing recess

Carving away rubble as wrinkly hands separate excess from essentials

Opening her womb — a cocoon emptied by anonymous waves — to another chance

Appointments have no place here, roaring waves silence status

Tumbled stones cannot help but shine when mold blends again

Simple things — archways, windows, holes­ — withdraw from a heap of sand and sticks

as soft hues embrace the cracks.

Awakening leaves no trail markers­ — appearing, disappearing, reappearing

One blind step, then another

Clear, blue waves build landmarks from chaos

Trusting the ground beneath the haphazard path, cautiousness yields to stumbling

When the architect of unfolding is more than an acquaintance,

the peaceful warrior abides in darkness without grasping for a sentence or ascension,

courting stillness as nature’s rhythms open eyes to

an untouched shore,

a widened horizon,

hidden in the cave’s dancing shadows.

Clarity slowly washes the coarse sand off weary dreamers,

refreshing connection to earth-wisdom,

transforming confusion as each desperate thought crashes

and simmers into silence

The cave’s altar calls us to serve nature’s fierce grace

available, always

to outstretched hands and softened hearts.