In the dark, still sleeping house
a ray of sun - orange and dusty, falls aslant on the wall -
as if a moon lane.
Vulnerable to the slightest whiff of wind, trembling like
a bird's feather
tangled in the twigs -
the light sinks for an instant and again gushes
with the previous brightness.
Then timorously, bit by bit, but in a way resolved
dies out the wall.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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