There is a center
From which I move
And see
Strange, esoteric it is.
I know me not
Nor you
But from here, my center,
I reach and yearn
And seek to know
And be.
Anything and everything
Is too much
Too pre ponderous
To comprehend
To analyze -
To synthesize
To totally realize.
All of you beyond my mirror
I know you not
Though I guess your you.
How could I know
When I, too,
Am mystery?
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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we reach out beyond to the unknown.
Every step we take is a trial,
a challenge,
until we walk steadily.
Every new knowledge is a mystery,
an excitement,
until it is learnt.
Every new acquaintance is a stranger,
a passerby,
until he/she becomes our friend.
Life is filled with mystery.
Sandie May Angel, October 28, 2004