Home so dear to heart.
Place unseen by human eye
Folding me in peace.
What map charts the spot?
Walk or run I’ll not arrive
Soul-scape dwells within.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Love your poems , they are filled with such passion , the last line here … soul scape dwells within , is so so true all those passion filled times in life that only our souls know of , in your poetry you are sharing them so lovely . Kind Regards Kathy.
Your comment is beautiful. Thanks. I do find passion is what creates my poetry.
love it 🙂
Thanks for your comment. 🙂