Which way should I go?
Up high, follow my feet
I go where they take me
I'll climb no matter how hard.
I'll go up, up, up,
I'll go where my feet take me,
Forwards, onwards.
What's at the top?
I want to see what's there?
I'm curious. What's that?
On nothing much. I'll keep climbing
following my feet. They'll take me where
I need to go.
Forwards.
STOP! Look.....what's that? Beauty.
Beauty all around me.
Soft, gentle. The river flows carrying
Emotions slow steady.
My feet carry me forward,
Grounding, healing, hoping.
ACTIVE HOPE.
I turn, I sit, I touch, I look
Up and ask,
"which way should I go?"
I look around, turn,soft,face the grey
And ugly - yet from decay there is rebirth.
Can this be true?
Will there be rebirth?
Which way should I go?
The bell tolls. I follow.
Is this the way South East?
My roots, the place I once called home.
No.....in this moment, in this presence
Towards the bell, towards the drum.
I hear the drum, my heart, the centre core
Of me.
For now the way is here, my spirit
Connect, safe, free.
This is the beginning, the rebirth.