The End of the Road

When you have reached the End of a Road.

Be Tired.

Sit Down.

Feel the Wind.

Look at the Sky.

Close your Eyes.

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Wanderlust

Walk with the Women

Walk with the Star-gazers

Walk with the Soil-keepers

Walk with the Poets

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Autumns

are for

Second Winds

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Blank Pages

In the Book of Life
there are Chapters

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There is a Place

Find me
in the Greening Grass
amongst the Singing Willows
in the Blooming Fields
of Beauty

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Nightingale

There is a nightingale hiding in your soul,
who wants to weave your song
together with the sun, the moon, the stars
and the turning seasons.

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The Pause

She had walked unusually long,
taken unusually many steps.
Her feet were unusually tired
and her heart was unusually weary.

But there,
in the middle of the pause,

Winter, The Path, January, PoetrySpread StudioJanuary 31, 2022Comment

Go Further!

8 Women in a row. 7 women behind me. Behind me, my mother. And behind her, her mum. Behind every daughter is a mum. Until the mother of all mothers. Mother earth.

Faith Keeping, Leadership, PoetrySpread StudioMarch 25, 2020Comment

When you have reached the End of a Road.

Be Tired.

Sit Down.

Feel the Wind.

Look at the Sky.

Close your Eyes.

Walk with the Women

Walk with the Star-gazers

Walk with the Soil-keepers

Walk with the Poets

Autumns

are for

Second Winds

Find me
in the Greening Grass
amongst the Singing Willows
in the Blooming Fields
of Beauty

There is a nightingale hiding in your soul,
who wants to weave your song
together with the sun, the moon, the stars
and the turning seasons.

She had walked unusually long,
taken unusually many steps.
Her feet were unusually tired
and her heart was unusually weary.

But there,
in the middle of the pause,

8 Women in a row. 7 women behind me. Behind me, my mother. And behind her, her mum. Behind every daughter is a mum. Until the mother of all mothers. Mother earth.

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When you have reached the End of a Road.

Be Tired.

Sit Down.

Feel the Wind.

Look at the Sky.

Close your Eyes.

Walk with the Women Walk with the Star-gazers Walk with the Soil-keepers Walk with the Poets

Autumns

are for

Second Winds

Find mein the Greening Grassamongst the Singing Willowsin the Blooming Fieldsof Beauty

There is a nightingale hiding in your soul, who wants to weave your song together with the sun, the moon, the starsand the turning seasons.

She had walked unusually long, taken unusually many steps. Her feet were unusually tiredand her heart was unusually weary.

But there,in the middle of the pause,

8 Women in a row. 7 women behind me. Behind me, my mother. And behind her, her mum. Behind every daughter is a mum. Until the mother of all mothers. Mother earth.

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Contact

Walk with the Women

Walk with the Star-gazers

Walk with the Soil-keepers

Walk with the Poets

Find me
in the Greening Grass
amongst the Singing Willows
in the Blooming Fields
of Beauty

There is a nightingale hiding in your soul,
who wants to weave your song
together with the sun, the moon, the stars
and the turning seasons.

She had walked unusually long,
taken unusually many steps.
Her feet were unusually tired
and her heart was unusually weary.

But there,
in the middle of the pause,