Baskadia

Embracing the Sacred Soulcraft: My Journey as an Empowered Priestess, Herbal Alchemist, and Wellness

From the verdant landscapes of my beloved birthplace, the echoes of ancient wisdom and the mystical allure of nature have always stirred my soul. Born and raised in the enchanting embrace of [Your Birthplace], my journey towards embracing the mantle of an Ordained Priestess, Herbal Alchemist, and Wellness Mentor was a path fraught with challenges and triumphs, leading me to the profound depths of soulcraft. As a young soul navigating the complexities of life, I faced my fair share of obstacles,

The Sacred Dream

At night after a deep sleep, I dreamt of the lost sheep, Stabbed with an arrow so deep, bleeding uncontrollably in a trap, Without a saviour to make it stop, Then I saw a fortune of wealth, Glowing out of the bleeding wrath, With a Leatherman cloth, With written words embracing Lilith, To Hail the light for supper growth, Indeed I had no choice to overcome, the blame challenge to over consume, Especially to poverty curse programme, Again to customize my life purpose, From achieving the treasure

IAM YET TO DIE

TITLE: I AM YET TO DIE POET: ABDULLATIF KHALID. I rise, alive, with a sigh, Whispers of wind, wistful and high. In every breath, a gentle cry, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Echos of eternity, entwined, In vibrant veins, life's rhythm defined. A symphony of moments, unconfined, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Silent symposium, shadows sway, Moonlit melodies, in darkness play. A lullaby, sung by stars, they say, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Whispering waves, upon the shore, The ocean's

Sacred Geometry Hexagram

As above so Below, as Within so Without...Balance

This girl is on fire

I just want to share this art from my imagination