Of Words

Of words I know there’s plenty Inscribed upon my soul,

there’s words that tear asunder, there’s words that make us whole.

All in all the words we speak, or think, or act, or be

these are the things imprison us, or else they set us free.

The words of truth come from the land and those we all must hear

for they are Gaia’s music echoing through our fear.

The fear that overwhelms us in this soulless land today;

while Gaia stands by waiting to show us all the way.

The way we all can follow -she’s made an open path;

a path out of our Wilderness to open home and health.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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