Walking the labyrinth is a spiritual and physical experience, some call it a 'pelgrimage'. Sometimes we are looking for comfort, for re-assurance, for meditation, for worshipping, for celebrating and also for grief. Sometimes we want a better understanding of who we are and what we are doing here. This poem is about remembering who we are and what we are capable of...
ƸӜƷ …We do not become healers…
We came as healers…We are…
Some of us are still catching up to what we are…
We came as healers…We are…
Some of us are still catching up to what we are…
We do not become storytellers…
We came as carriers of the stories…
We and our ancestors actually lived… We are…
Some of us are still catching up to what we are…
We came as carriers of the stories…
We and our ancestors actually lived… We are…
Some of us are still catching up to what we are…
We do not become artists…We came as artists…We are…
Some of us are still catching up to what we are…
Some of us are still catching up to what we are…
We do not become writers..dancers..musicians… helpers.. peacemakers…
We came as such…We are…
Some of us are still catching up to what we are…
Some of us are still catching up to what we are…
We do not learn to love in this sense…
We came as Love…We are Love…
Some of us are still catching up to who we truly are…
We came as Love…We are Love…
Some of us are still catching up to who we truly are…
I hope you like it!
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