Ethereal Threshold
Reflection
Through the portal of glass, where night whispers soft,
A world of stars and shadows dances in the light.
The circle frames a dream, a sacred space between,
Where time dissolves, and the soul finds its serene retreat.
Wooden whispers cradle the earthy tones of grace,
A sanctuary where the heart can find its place.
The chairs await, as if in quiet dialogue,
With the cosmos beyond, in a timeless, sacred page.
The table stands, a symbol of unity and peace,
Where stories are shared, and the heart finds release.
The chairs, like sentinels, guard the sacred ground,
Where the soul can wander, and the mind can be unbound.
This is not just a room, but a threshold of being,
A place where the mundane meets the divine, in seeing.
The stars outside mirror the stars within,
A reminder that we are all part of the infinite design.
Enter, and let the world outside fade away,
For here, in this sacred space, you'll find your way.
The Ethereal Threshold awaits, a place of rest,
Where the soul can soar, and the heart can find its nest.