I was rummaging through the layers of history
before the first elephant blew its trumpet
before the first wave washed ashore
before the second moon lost its way around the earth
before everything and anything had meaning
But it was you who listened to the call of the ancestors
The ones who whisper on the outerside of the looking glass
The ones reminding you of the light ahead
The ones connecting you to the path behind
The ones who made you scream out loud
Then made you laugh until you crunched over
And now make you feel at peace
Hearing the gentle rushes of the wind
Hearing the calming sound of deeply rooted steps
Hearing the quiet pace of true life unfolding
Hearing the silence of the mind at ease
Welcome to the world of old souls
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person of inspiration: an ‘old’ friend that found her spiritual connection in the old sangoma tradition and keeps me on my toes for not being too ‘old’
place of inspiration: somewhere in between the memories of life in Cape Town and sitting in a cafe in Amsterdam which considers itself a ‘foolish business’
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Reblogged this on The Worlds of HJK and commented:
A poem by someone else… this was written for me by a dear friend that I see maybe once a year nowadays ^_^ I just wanted to share her thoughts.
[note: copyright/left at her discretions, I don’t own this and am only sharing it]
Good poem friend
We share the same wordplay until the end
A friend is always true to you
This poem is very sweet and beautiful
A very beautiful inspiring poem…it really humbles me.