Motherland

I'd have liked to have felt  
some connection with the land,
- as I do with the past -
but perhaps I'm a little too
rootless at heart...

First, never.
Secondly, perhaps you haven't yet rediscovered it in this life.

noble are they who cling to the old ways
in the face of a merciless future.
rich in tradition...

With so many cultures taking their trade secrets to the grave, I agree, John. It takes strength and resolve to stay and carry on traditions.

I love this poem.:) Ahavati. Im still on my island and I know I will miss it if I left. My bones will rest here, I think.

There are those who are rooted as a Sakura tree, and those who flow like water. I am the latter; however, I yearn to return to the source of my being. Many may leave, but they don't forget.

Thank you for your time and lovely words. Hold down the fort for us.

Your poem stands beautifully in and of itself but the accompanying photo is gorgeous

I am often inspired by images that trigger something inside my heart, a familiar empathy that I somehow derive from the photographer, or in this case subject. Something wanting to be said, or remembered. Thank you, San Pedro.

So perfectly worded. Just a beautiful poem, and image too.

Thank you, Pisha.

this is why i go home once a year...
... such a necessary truth
written so beautifully.
you make me long for the azov
xo

Thank you, Katja.
Home is where the heart
will always be. xo

sage one this write moved me deeply..

so much wisdom you share thank you ..

love Crim

I'm humbled, Crim.
Truly. xo

Ahavati, damn girl.  You got mad skills.  

Thank you, Aromatically Stretched One.
Madly appreciated. xo

Family,  loyalty and commitment  shines brightly through your words.

I'm glad the holy Trinity
Came through, forever.
Thank you.

what an amazing photo!!....and for me sage recognizes sage here...amazing simple truths as the modern way of living has contradicted this in so many ways yet wise and ancient peoples still continue living in simplicity and harmony without all the trappings of it, but with the things that really matter, a concept seemingly completely lost in the United States other than as an idea but no longer an action...thank you for resonating truth and reminding me once again of what truly matters.

Michael

Indeed, Michael. Tradition is being
Swallowed by modernism. Our
Children will never know, I'm afraid.