Black was the path they walked

a darkness unescapable for the hopeless

but they came like a will o' the wisp

a light that broke through the gloom

overwhelmed and surrounded by the desires

of those who can't remember

that they are

as a wave is to the ocean;

infinite

and one

~

The lonely traveller

so beautifully human

weary, bleeding and heartsore

walks step by step

on a pilgrimage

to climb to the heights

of the great mountain

weeping and smiling

she feels the weight of her body

being carried upward

pain and release intertwine

as the earth fades from her view

~

The wounded healer is born

from our empathy

their pain is our pain

a guide for the lost

as we show them their way home

how painful it is to remember

when memory is forgotten

but this is our burden to bear

in the new age

~