Today I will dance with shadows,
steal from a deep place that will
not give up its store
Holds onto wounds
Has weapons as ancient
as the dawn of man
But I heard the flute in the stillness
calling me to come down
bear witness
bring light
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How strange that I came upon your post today. Great photo and great words. By the way, thanks for your comment on my post the other day :)
ReplyDeleteHi Elena..thought I scared you away for good....I'm an old blabbermouth...but there's gold in dem dare hills
ReplyDeleteVery Very nice one! Through introspection we recognize the goodness within... Like this poem very much!
ReplyDeleteRick
Ha Rick..not sure good is what is down there ;)
ReplyDeleteDancing with shadows brings its own rewards. Thank you for your kind words to my poem about work. I too will dance with shadows, unafraid today, and perhaps tomorrow and tomorrow too.
ReplyDeleteSuz I always just love your work, it is always fresh and thought provoking. Definately the gardener, always planting seeds!
ReplyDeleteA flute to bring light? That'll do for me!
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
ReplyDeleteI've replied to your comment on my blog today. I didn't receive your address-related e-mail to send you Girl, Stolen. Can you resend to gilmartin_michael@yahoo.com?
Yours,
Michael
Vey nice -- dancing with Kokopelli too.
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