I’ve walked a million
miles
I’ve taken many
roads
Some I chose
Some chose me
I am on a road trip
I did not chose
No choices here
Walk it I must
it’s a dark road
that doesn’t yield
there is pain ahead
with limited paths
out of my control.
May I have
the strength
the courage
the stamina
and heart
to walk
this road
with dignity
and grace
guided always
by love…
Into the woods
I go
to find my soul
to let it go…
Free to be…
to be me.
Lost in thought
I find my
peace
and dream
of visions
and verses
yet seen
or heard.
Alone with the forest
and its creatures
I am home,
I am loved,
alone…
Into the Mystic
I roam
to find my
soul…
Web of
life
web of
lies
connected
disconnected
weak or
strong~
webs of
deceit
webs
that
create
webs
that
destroy
weaver
of truth
weaver
of lies
where
does
reality
lie?
Within,
of course…
within
tangled
webs…
Days of old
unfold
memories
crowd the hill
reach for another
pill~
The wisdom
of the
Mother
ignored,
living life
engorged~
Misfits
that never
belonged
no longer
long…
Follow the
path
and sow
your seeds,
in time
you will
succeed~
Listen to
the wind
and your
Mother…
what is it,
can I hold
it in my hand
or only my
heart…
Does it trickle
down like a
gentle rain
or a beam
of sunlight…
does it change
anything
besides the
flutter of my
eyelids
as I dream…
Truth
is in the
doing,
letting go,
holding on…
Is it Venus
or Mercury
does it matter,
if I believe…
The alchemy
of life
always renewing,
transformations
of self
always occurring.
Bridging worlds
feet on the
ground.
Spirit soaring
through the
sky and sound…
floating downstream
following dreams…
Little soul
where do
you go?
How far
will you
grow…
No one
knows.
Primordial being
what message
do you bring,
what song
of change
will you
sing…
It burns
within
it burns
without…
The light
within
the light
without…
Unlimited
growth
unlimited
heat…
Storms
unfurled
stars
aligned,
gazing
into the
abyss
watching
time
slide by
as
Mother
Earth
shines,
cries,
and
dies…
Days passed
years rolled
by…
More then
twenty years
gone…
My heart
holds on…
sweet memories
some painful
ones too…
I see your
face
when I close
my eyes.
I hear your
laughter
in the quiet
moments
of joy.
I feel your
gentle touch
when I remember
your embrace…
Your granddaughters
know you,
I will not let
them forget…
I miss you,
I love you,
always~
sweet woman
of grace…
Waiting
on the
rain
Never
quite the
same
Dreams
change
direction
Hope
ebbs
and
flows
time
long
past
when
I once
believed~
Fairy tales
aren’t dreams
come true
they are
lessons
learned
as the
spirit
burns…
