the white bird crosses
begin again begin
how her face
like wings like
fireflies
the far shore
again
towards you
like waves that
rise and fall to meet
the chilled sand
once ancient rocks
from distant lands
again begin again
reflects more than moments
foam gathered
at your feet your
homeland
spread deep
waiting
and in the stillness
the lingering hunger
rises to meet
daylight
alone again.
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
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Thank you. No harm taken. I like what you did. Interested in writing together – a Renga Round?
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sharing is like a tree
whose leaves
are given
to ground
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‘in the stillness
the lingering hunger
rises to meet
daylight
alone again
the white bird
crosses
begin again begin
how her face like wings
like fireflies the far
shore again
toward you
foam gathered
at your feet
begin again begin’
Wonderful writing… no harm intended. 🙂
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