poets may never write again
painters may go color blind
but there is such love everlasting
reaching out understanding
immerses all things blanket warm
which cannot stop the poetry
cannot silence the singing heart
and colors appear from no where
– Renga Round
by Lina Ashcroft
Maysa Peterson
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
Providing guidance on the journey to mature masculinity
"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things." Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
