Sometimes on cold foggy mornings
Sometimes on cold foggy mornings
when the wind howls outside my windows
and the owls tell of times past
I feel a need deep in my Soul
an urge to get up
and wander
to follow my Heart
to trust my Soul
to go on adventures
guided by the faint whispers of
the Ancient Ones
who's memories
run deep within my bones.
A need to belong to the land
to embrace the wildness
to know myself
and to search for love
but not the ordinary kind
not the kind filled with tasks
of everyday living
rather the kind that burns
the kind that leaves scares
on your Soul
teach lessons worth many lifetimes
speaks of truth and betrayal
the kind that tears your heart wide open
the kind that you fear more than anything
because, you know there will be no return
no not knowing that kind of love, once you have felt it
Sometimes on cold foggy mornings
I toy with the idea
of leaving it all behind
and wander the land
in search of that which is calling my heart
trough time and space
to follow the ancient old path of the wild woman
and merge with the land
knowing that only there will I truly find my heart.
~p.barksdale
// by Bark.â„¢ // Walking Wilderâ„¢
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