08/01/2026
Some words don’t age, they wait.
This poem feels like one of those.
Sharing it again for the ones who are learning to trust their own rhythm, their own way, their own truth.
With love
Julia~Dorne 🩵🕊❄️
The Call of the Individual
In the silent whispers of the twilight's breath,
I wander paths where shadows wane,
Amidst the echoes of the world's loud strife,
I seek the pulse of my own refrain.
Beneath the cosmos, vast and unconfined,
Stars weave stories of ancient dreams,
Yet here, I stand, a singular light,
Defying the current of collective streams.
Roots of the past entwine the soul,
History sings in familiar tones,
But I yearn to dance on the edge of the unknown,
To carve my name in the winds and stones.
The world demands its masks, its roles,
A symphony of voices, a scripted play,
Yet I crave the melody of the heart's own song,
An unchained spirit that knows no sway.
In solitude’s embrace, I find my truth,
Where silence wraps around like a veil,
Each thought a seed, each dream a seedling,
Growing wild beneath the watchful gale.
I tread on shores where few dare roam,
With footprints fading in the sand of time,
For individuality is a sacred flame,
Igniting the depths, both fierce and sublime.
In the garden of existence, I am the bloom,
Each petal a story, a choice unfurled,
For in my essence lies a universe vast,
A mosaic of wonders, unique in this world.
So let them gather, let them conform,
To the rhythm of a thousand hearts,
But I’ll forge my path through the tempest and storm,
A solitary star that never departs.
For in the silence of my own beating heart,
I hear the whispers of the cosmos’ decree,
To be an individual, unafraid and free,
An eternal seeker of my own destiny.
Copyright ©️ Julia~Dorne 2024 Moon Magic
Photo taken at a private festival that I was honoured to facilitate shamanic healing at.
