I am the water lily of the world
I float and let my roots dance
I wink at tiny fish
because they know
my story has been told by many who weren't--
aware -- I was the homeless citizen of the earth
and I have tried to stay where I was born
but stronger currents have pushed me out
and water creatures stopped
at my colors and beauty
I like to float and swim at my ease
I miss my home, but what can I do?
The world has beckoned and the world is new!
Now that I have tasted fresh water, my petals are glistening
It pays to belong to the world, especially if it's listening.
Poets and Dreamers
San Clemente, CA
So we travel on earth seeking the terrain of Poetry, walking through wilderness and empty landscape or visiting those ancient sites like Dholavira in far-western Gujarat, or Mykenai in the Greek Peloponnese, or the Arawak campsite on eastern Carriacou in the Grenadine Windward Isles, pursuing that authenticity of experience in a form of antique material reality...
Kevin McGrath 🐚Yoga of Poetry
“Dare to live the life you have dreamed."
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