If ever I visit your land,
I better stay clear,
For fear you may mock me.
If ever you search for me,
Look for me in my poetry,
In the honesty of verses,
That flow from within,
Just like hope,
And those that trap,
The change of four seasons,
Are sands wiped by wind,
Like rivers that flow,
Always far away,
Always missing.
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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