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becoming, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, love, memory, old maps, postmark, relationship, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering
for every road
was laid between
and circles round me flowing ~
til up came down
and which way home ~
the sea
a rush of dreams
when put to bed ~
grieves us on the morning
forgotten by the places
we were loved
how can the ways
be new to me ~
familiar in their telling
of constellations traced
when I was young
was there beneath
the oldest
oak ~
hiding from the heavens
I dreamed of moss
and woke before the sun
the path to us
along the rise ~
is lined with silver iris
and keeps my place
as nothing else will do
ashes rain confusion
on the map that knew
our fate ~
fortune lies
beyond the light
we know
…
tornadoday 
love this
Thank you, my dear one. Always, your words rush like a cool river through my soul, and I am refreshed. Love you, Linda. ~ Bobbie
Would like to put this to music – would that I knew how
xo
Paul
…but you do………just start humming………. 😀 Love to you, Paul. ~ Always, Me
What we cannot see usually builds the suspense, so that when we see it and embrace it, the reality is so much better than we ever could’ve dreamed. Wonderful poem my sister…wonderful poem!
Indeed, dear Wendell………..for such is the provision of faith. Thank you, brother. ~ Much love, Bobbie
always follow the North Node….as it is going forward in thoughts and deeds…
I really like this one Bobbie, well I always like them all ….this just more in this moment
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me
…and for each of us, we know our ‘true north’. Thank you, Maryrose. Love you, Me
I love the soft rhythm of this poem, Bobbie.
Thank you, Dee. I’m hoping you’re safely back on home ground. ~ Love you, Bobbie