Pathways

Pathways 001

Tread softly

For the Spirits rise to Paradise

where the branches

cease to tangle and the Light

a strip of brilliance

slanting across waving grass

says;

‘Here, the Place is reached’

 

Tread softly

For the Spirits rise to Paradise

where the Winds of Time

cannot disrupt the Glade

between the  place where

a print may be formed in the grass

and the place where no imprint

marks the progress of  Soul

Tread softly because

You may walk on the Dream

Before it has ceased to be….

 

June 2012

Art: Acrylic and Aquarelle pencil study on Canson paper. June 2012

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5 thoughts on “Pathways”

  1. Regarding Deano’s re-write, I’m ‘guilty’ of such acts, I rewrote a piece Rumi Simova (on the old site) she had translated from her Bulgarian original and felt I could harden and sharpen it. However, unlike Deano my nerve failed at the last minute and I didn’t send it to her.

  2. Lovely, Sussanah, and I must say was helped by Dean’s version in my enjoyment of your piece – it’s like a further variation of your own, though I was sorry Dean’s version ‘lost’ the footprint.

  3. Hello Susannah, i hope you take no offence at what I have done to your lovely words…but I kept hearing it slightly different, so I rewrote to my ear:

    Tread Softly

    the Spirits rise to Paradise
    where branches cease to tangle
    and the Light, a strip of brilliance,
    slants across the waving grass

    the Spirits rise to Paradise
    where Winds of Time cannot
    disrupt the Glade between

    the places your footprints
    form lightly in the grass

    and the place where no imprint
    marks the progress of Soul

    tread softly there because, you know
    you may be walking on
    the Dream before the dreaming’s ceased to be….

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