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November 9, 2025
🌸 Daily Mandala Series — “The Ascension Codex” 🌸
From the center of all circles, may compassion rise like dawn.
Because I truly believe we need as much positivity as we can possible get, I’ve started a Mandala-a-Day collection. Each day, a new mandala unfolds; a portal of color, geometry, and light designed to align your spirit with harmony and higher awareness. Every pattern is a prayer, every spiral a song of becoming.
Mandalas have long been used as sacred mirrors of the soul. Their symmetry is a reflection of universal order, their beauty a gentle reminder of the wholeness already within you. By welcoming one each day, you invite renewal: fresh frequencies of peace, clarity, and joy to ripple through your energy field.
Allow each design to speak directly to your heart, to awaken remembrance, balance your inner light, and harmonize your path with divine flow.
One mandala. One day. One step closer to the light within.
~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.
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November 2, 2025
Forgotten – #ThoughtProvoking #Poetry
The house still breathes, though no one stays,
Its windows weep the dust of days,
And ivy fingers softly trace
The shadows time dared to erase.
Within the hearth, a ghost of flame,
Still whispers low a lover’s name,
While cobweb veils and falling beams
Hold echoes made of fractured dreams.
The garden blooms on borrowed grief,
Each root entwined with memory’s leaf,
Here saddened wind forgets the sound,
Of hearts once whole, now underground.
Love lingers here, a quiet sigh,
More faithful than the living lie,
For time may strip the world apart,
But cannot touch what haunts the heart.
Some places never die; they simply fade into memory’s quieter dimension. The stones grow soft beneath moss, the air hums with silence, and yet…something remains. In every ruin there is remembrance, and in every forgotten thing, a trace of love too stubborn to release its hold.
Inspired by this verse that haunted my thoughts:
Expressed in shadows of neglected dreams,
living beyond the mortal coil,
fertile memories buried deep in soil…
This piece is a meditation on impermanence, on how time unravels what we build but can never wholly erase what we’ve felt. Even as the world forgets our names, love endures—rooted deep, blooming unseen, eternal in the soil of what was once alive.
~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.
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November 1, 2025
Homestead of Autumn – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld
The air is stitched with embered leaves,
Soft sighs of homeward wind that grieves,
For summer’s laughter, faint and far,
Now folded ‘neath October’s star.
Stone walls remember every flame,
Each sunset whisper speaks your name,
And hearthlight hums its tender art,
Of gathering warmth to bind the heart.
The road runs long, yet always bends,
To where the smoke of twilight sends,
A promise, simple, pure, and known,
That Autumn is the soul of home.
~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.
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October 30, 2025
Autumnal Geometry – #Thoughts on #Transformation and #Change
Autumnal Geometry was born from the realization that every landscape, every reflection, is a quiet conversation between the outer world and our inner design. The symmetry we find in nature isn’t coincidence; it’s correspondence. The trees, the clouds, the mirrored surface of water; all echo the architecture of thought, emotion, and becoming.
In this piece, I wanted to explore that dialogue: the meeting point where matter and meaning align. The fiery horizon reflects not destruction, but the transformation that comes when we allow our inner seasons to turn. The light that burns through the clouds is the same light that reshapes us, clarifying, cleansing, and revealing what remains when illusion falls away.
Autumn teaches us geometry: the elegance of endings, the measured beauty of release. The world reflects us not because it copies, but because it remembers , and in that remembrance, we see both the pattern and the peace.
~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.
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Waterways of LeafLight – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld
Beneath the hush of amber trees,
the canals remember summer’s song.
Light drifts between the leaves,
where gold and water weave along.
Each ripple hums the hour’s end,
where silence blooms in burnished grace,
and every leaf that dares descend
becomes the sun’s reflected face.
No wind, no hurry, only flow,
the world exhaled in gentle gleam.
Autumn stoops to let us know:
we are the echo of its dream.
~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.
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October 28, 2025
Senzuur, Last Light of the Watchers – a #Preview of #TheShadowbound
Before the darkness carved his name into fear, Senzuur was a child of the high canopies—born of wind and melody, like all Caelyran. His laughter once chased through the silver branches of Lundoon, where the Elders taught him the disciplines of Sight and Balance. Even as a youth, he saw more than others wished to see. He discerned truth too sharply, felt pain too deeply. The Elders said he would one day be a Keeper of Harmony.
But harmony never came.
On the Night of Shadows, when the rift tore open between worlds, Senzuur was among those taken. A boyfey of twelve summers, spirited from light into the depths of Uunglarda. The Integration stripped his body first, then his mind, flaying all tenderness from him until only instinct and endurance remained. Yet within the core of his being, beneath the scars and silence, something glimmered still. The memory of Light.
He grew into a weapon. His captors taught him to obey, to strike, to sever without question. But they could not erase what was woven into him by birth: compassion. He hid it carefully, a forbidden flame, fanning it only in secret, when no one could see. Others broke beside him, friends, brothers-in-arms, the soft-hearted who could not bear the screams, but Senzuur endured. He learned to bend without breaking.
In time, his strength drew attention. He was elevated to the rank of Demonfey, one of the enforcers tasked with keeping order among the Shadowbound legions. To those beneath him, he appeared ruthless, precise, unfeeling. Yet in the secrecy of his own mind, he bore every name of those he had lost, and whispered them like prayers before sleep.
Among the Shadowbound, whispers persist that Senzuur’s eyes burn red not from corruption, but from the reflection of the Light he still guards within. His loyalty to Uxvagchtr is an act of survival, not devotion. His true allegiance lies with those who still dream of dawn but dare not speak of it.
They call him the Last Light of the Watchers.
He calls himself nothing at all. But when the dark corridors fall silent, and the torches gutter low, some swear they hear his voice; a soft vow drifting like smoke:
“You will not take the last of us. Not while I breathe.”
From the depths of shadow, a spark still remembers the Light.
The Shadowbound — Book One of The Riftborn Trilogy — is a darkly poetic fantasy of redemption, empathy, and forbidden connection. When the boundaries between light and shadow blur, mercy becomes rebellion, and even the fallen may yet find their way home.
Coming Spring 2026.
~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.
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October 18, 2025
Dark Concerto – #DarkPoetry
Dark Concerto, Spinning, Romancing,
Seductive, Pounding, Sulkily Entrancing;
Glowering in the Rouge Moonlight,
Courting Oblivion with Vapid Sight.
Empty my Heart to Simplistic Remedy,
With Twisting Thoughts too Dark to See,
And For an Intrinsic, Devilish Hour,
I Savor Your Tempting, Delirious Power;
Even as Daylight is Gallantly Spreading,
I Lure the Melancholy I am dreading.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Image found on Pinterest
October 17, 2025
The Hour of Returning – #DarkPoetry
When twilight bends the edge of sky,
And whispers brush the pane,
The lost slip through where shadows lie,
To breathe their names again.
Their voices stir the crystal flame,
Through candlelight they yearn,
No death, no dusk, can silence claim—
All spirits must return.
So lift the glass, let embers gleam,
They wake within the shimmered dream.
~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.
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October 15, 2025
The Hidden Gate – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld
The Hidden Gate
Beneath the boughs of ember flame,
A whisper stirs the twilight air,
Through curling leaves the shadows came,
With secrets only dusk can bear.
A lantern hums with ghostly light,
Its glow a key the lost await,
Where autumn dreams and spirits write
Their names upon the veiled estate.
So tread with care when night grows late—
For love and fear unlock the Gate.
~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.
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October 13, 2025
Quantum Shift: Decoding Autumn – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld
Somewhere between entropy and elegy,
light hesitates—
splitting into the spectrum of becoming.
Leaves translate photonic memory,
spilling coded warmth into the cooling air.
Each hue a theorem,
each branch a variable in the grand experiment of decay.
The forest contracts its own waveform,
dedicating beauty before the lush tapestry of winter descends.
In the stillness of observation,
reflections ripple like equations—
and time,
ever curious,
leans close to see what it has made.
Artist’s Reflection
In every falling leaf lies a fragment of the universe observing itself. The forest is both subject and scientist, translating entropy into art, light into legacy. Each photon remembers where it has been; each branch whispers the theorem of return.
Here, the observer and the observed dissolve—
the equation breathes, the beauty calculates,
and autumn becomes a language of living light.
~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.
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