and so now the rain that refused to fall from the sky
is falling down in memories of the never will be
and I am slowly waking toward healing.
in silence I stumble
in these reflections, humbled
in moments I finally see
I am the eternal traveler
staying close to home
I will make tea for you
bare feet will touch wooden floors
whenever the rain comes down
from the vicious gray skies
we are sheltered.
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So sweet, with manifest power !
~ Alex
I really like the juxtaposition of those two images.
Yet another amazing poem. These passages in particular, as if taken from my heart, resonated so powerfully:
“in memories of the never will be”
“I am the eternal traveler
staying close to home”
“I will make tea for you”
Safe Travels, O Eternal Traveler!
May they always bring you home stronger, wiser, and happier.
Beautiful writing, as always. I get the feeling that there are multiple layers to this…
Sholehjoon,
I love your blog, the color, the content, AND GREAT PICTURES.
Good luck on your next path of service and I am hoping our paths will cross again someday.
Take care miss gorgeous.
Love,
Patria