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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