Possibilities

An open space

To be filled

It is time to walk the path

Welcome the journey

Eat the mistakes of my past

Pass them through

Push them out.

A less traveled place

Twigs, leaves, fallen bark

Petrified bone, coagulated blood, hair from the root

Line this way

I will step forward

Let my soles absorb, let them bleed

I'm ready.

It will not always be so.

A Wairua

The touching of souls through time and space

We are connected.

A butterfly effect...a whispered thought

And replies rife with questions, olive branches and/or apathy.

Yes...but replies nonetheless.

We are alone but together...connected.

A Wairua