sweeping the sands for treasure
what was once cast aside
transformed into a new prize
polished and worn by water
lines the shelf with promise
another day’s adventures
smiles upon your emptiness
provides a sense of home
memories of little hands
brushing a golden crown
the songs that filled the air
each with their own story
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ― Joseph Campbell
Mozambican-born Portuguese South African; reflecting on travel, writing, editing, life, family and change that has social impact; chief wide eyed in wanderer, wonderer and bottlewasher
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The Path Towards Transformation
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"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things." Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
