A sigh upon the monsoon
A whisper, chiming through vast Savannah plains
And a soothing breeze, gliding on rumours of winter
Where I am
There, the ley-lines meet
Come find me, she coos and coxes
A mother, dangling a reward for an eager child.
Follow the ancient lines of old
Slide the angles on the map
And protract your soul into the ether
Call to me, as I call to you.
Where it all began
You cannot fully recall
You can only feel
When life’s mystic lines unite
And love intersects with peace
This post involves three photo prompts that all harmonized naturally for me;
- Colleen’s weekly challenge – first image.
- Reena’s exploration challenge – second image.
- Sadje’s What do you see – third image.
Writing this was really refreshing,
If you missed yesterday’s post, I think you should go check it out here;
Guardians of the veil