In the realm where silence reigns supreme,
Where shadows dance in a mystical dream,
There lies a place of enigmatic grace,
Where Gnossiennes whisper secrets, embrace.

Through veils of time, they softly call,
Echoes of ancient rhythms enthrall,
In subtle hues of twilight’s glow,
Their melodies in quietude flow.

Like whispers carried on a gentle breeze,
Their essence lingers, elusive, at ease,
Each note a tale of forgotten lore,
Unraveling mysteries, begging for more.

In their cadence, a language unknown,
A symphony of the soul, finely honed,
They speak of journeys through the night,
Of stars that guide with ethereal light.

In the depths of silence, they reside,
Where the soul’s yearnings softly abide,
Gnossiennes, guardians of the unseen,
Unveiling truths in the spaces between.

So let us listen with hearts attuned,
To the melodies of the mystic’s rune,
For in their whispers, we may find,
The keys to unlock the secrets of mind.

:: 02.20.2024 ::