The sun falls prey to darkness,
the moon always slow to grow full
and spring is never silent,
as time spins its own tale,
like a golden day
that did not slip away,
all enthroned by hours lived,
this the path remembered
with childhood recollections
always changing with the years,
a sphinx individually made
to take away all fears.
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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