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a poetic ramble
New shores,
Same skies.
Different flavors,
New aromas,
Water, food, and air to breath,
Same needs.
Unfamiliar traditions,
like prayer flags on Tibetan wind,
Catching the eye
But comfort, reassurance, connection,
New shores,
Same skies.
Different flavors,
New aromas,
Water, food, and air to breath,
Same needs.
Unfamiliar traditions,
like prayer flags on Tibetan wind,
Catching the eye
But comfort, reassurance, connection,
The reasons for tradition,
Are not unfamiliar at all.
New sounds on the fickle breeze,
But the same tide,
From the same moon,
Rolls the deeply connected seas.
New hills,
New roads,
And unfamiliar words…
Same sweet, irreplaceable Earth.
Are not unfamiliar at all.
New sounds on the fickle breeze,
But the same tide,
From the same moon,
Rolls the deeply connected seas.
New hills,
New roads,
And unfamiliar words…
Same sweet, irreplaceable Earth.
~ by Aisling, October 8, 2009
Photos by Haiku from her trip to Turkey, August 2009
5 comments:
Ah, lovely. Thanks for sharing that and reminding me that we are all at home, no matter where we go, that we share our humanity and the love of our home, the earth.
hello dear lady,
the combination between your lovely words and your daughter's magical photo is gorgeous...so evocative of each other, like mother, like daughter...
thank you for your sweet supportxox
Mom, Thank you! And, you're welcome for the reminder.
Linda,
Thank you very much! And, I think it is cute that I'm answering my Mom's comment and yours (considering the "like mother, like daughter" part!) at the same time.
So nice to see you here!
Your mom is sweet and so are you! Beautiful word-working, Aisling!
Thank you, Pom Pom! You're sweet too! :)
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