The Awakened Beauty

She climbed the tower,
down she went,
the door so tiny,
she had to bend.

Slowly descending,
stairs never- ending.
Another door,
a rusty old key,
the light so dim
could hardly see

an old woman,
a spindle with golden wheel.
Was she dreaming?
Was it real?

She looked at the tapestry,
turned so pale
Ouroboros biting its tail.

It was a sign,
came on time.
Still…she couldn‘t quite believe
and then the snake shed its skin,
the spinner disappeared.

How long has she been sleeping
before falling asleep?
Couldn’t stop falling,
falling so deep.

Layer after layer,
like peeling an onion,
getting rid of old beliefs,
of fixed opinions.

Found herself on the bottom of a lake
lying, curled,
encircled by Ouroboros the snake.

Felt so safe,
like a foetus in a womb
felt so peaceful,
circular tomb.

She was dreaming,
she was weaving
getting ready,
new beginning.

The snake let her out
she started levitating
higher, higher,
high above the ground.

Isn’t it amazing?
We are born to live our earthly life
as a preparation
for the afterlife.

Do we know that
this life is just a big preparation?
Well…not really,
not many of us
but there are those,
who want to hear more
you have to trust
and share

and they can trust you
in return,
preparing for safer,
easier return

How to convey
all the beauty?
Staying awake while sleeping
is our duty.

Catching different frequencies,
signals from above
The Sleeping Beauty
awakening to…love.

Love should we spread
weaving together,
using the golden thread.