In the tranquility of the earth, beneath shadow and stone,
the serpent stirs, moving to an unknown rhythm
a whispered hymn in the silence of the night,
a shimmer of scales illuminated by gentle moonlight
In the hush of silence, wisdom lies concealed,
beneath layers of skin, the past is revealed
with each breath, a promise remains untold,
shedding the weight, reborn and unflinching
In the midst of the dust and darkness,
the serpent confidently glides,
leaving behind what no longer abides
It dances in release,
unwinding in a spiral, shedding sorrow
and embracing a newly found life
In the deep, eyes shining like embers,
the snake knows the secrets
we’ve buried in sleep it
slithers through memories and dreams
left unsaid, awakening truths from the lives we have shed
The serpent is indeed sacred, serving as a healer and guide
It has the power to transform the soul in the depths
of where shadows reside
Its slithering grace brings about renewal,
allowing a new self to be born from
the shedding of the old skin
Through cycles of dying, through moments of birth,
The snake weaves the magic of life on this earth
In the sacred shedding, we rise from the dust,
In transformation’s embrace, in the serpent, we trust
Bow low to the wise serpent’s call,
for we rise from the fall in its swift shedding.
In the endless renewal, its wisdom is found—
the healing of spirit, eternally unbound–
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