Quest
Breathing colour
I search and follow
gentle words
journey
enfold me
fairee tales held
in my cupped hand
Worrystone
Are you talking to me?
Telling me
to turn my face up
kneel differently
the ground holding
me
opening my chest wide
in welcome
Is this what you are saying to me
Or is it my own imagining?
Resistance
Climbing
slipping back
taking breaks
looking out
awe and despair
lurking
and now a piece of
once mountain
says nearly there, nearly there
Myth
Some say this stone
is taking you safely
somewhere
As I tell it again
I wonder if the magic is in the telling
or in the tale
while hands reach out
to touch
and I sing along
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