Change to Solitude to Enlightenment

Wind of change,
Destroyed her sand castle,
Cyra's little comfort zone,
Stirred the sand in her land,
Leaving her dessert barren,
An aftermath of a sandstorm,
Invisible to the eyes,
But felt in her heart,
Happens so often,
She became numb,
But never gave up..

Cyra resort to solitude,
Turned into a purple hermit,
Seeking spiritually,
Beg the stars for hope,
Scry her pool for answer,
Cyra’s inner pool in the astral plane..

A wise woman appeared,
Gently touched her cheek,
Left a pile of ancient scripts,
Stories of beings who found their Self,
The voice within,
Their eternal guardian angel..
'Solitude' appeared on one page,
It shimmers in gold,
A resemblance to the golden sunbeam,

Her fingertips touched the word,
She broke into tiny molecules,
Reunites with the universe,
She filled every part of the world,
Then back to her body,
Dizzy and disorientated,
There Cyra lays in the fields,
Filled with lavender,
In a strange new land,
With a calming scent,
As she fell into a deep sleep,
Cyra finally understood…