Take me to the root; where soil is rich and the tree holds deep.
Ancestors traveled through storms of magic, to descend on final leap.
Those twisted vines and daggers brought love and pearly gates; answers to many questions and never-ending waits.
Fortune can be found, searching deep within the ground; there between the rocks you’ll find answers to the sound.
‘Who am I? Where’d I come from? Where shall I go from here?’
Press your ear upon the grass and the answers will be clear.
Earth is just a moment in our linked forever quest; oceans to mountains welcomed us, but only as guest.
The final dance is waiting for the foretold day of tiding; free of any doubt; grit and power will be uniting.
For together we shall be when the tree falls to the sea; rock away the inhibition and what will be will be.
Cindy, You are such a great poet. You inspire us to look deeper.
Thank you Larry! It means more than you’ll know, that my words have inspired you so.
Cindy, this is absolutely lovely!
Kimberly, thank you so much for your kindness!
Another beautiful poem, Cindy! Thank you! As your magnificent writing conveys, we are just visiting.💖
Darlene, thank you so much! These words…I had to wait for quite some time, and it was worth every day, every hour of waiting.