Beauty, Chakra energy, Empathy, Gratitude, Greek mythology, People, Truth


It was the color only
for royalty, once.
On pain of death
no one would dare
to stand and
drape themselves
in my regal plum, my
saturated hue,
hubris on display
in the lush folds
of my wine-soaked robes.
But now, in this age
when any, when all
live better than kings
they don the garb
of high priestesses
unknowing, invoking
the goddesses with
intimate caresses
of spun cotton, woven
into tapestries of power
they wear on their skin
for the bargain price
of less than an hour’s labor.
We are all regal, now.


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