The wandering wise woman

Gives her words for free

Winding through life

She walks with elegant ease

This is a woman who-

No longer feels the need to please

Preferring only to talk to the trees

 

 

Not for her

The malaise of blind acceptance

A life time of learning

Informs her well

She cuts her own pattern

She tacks her own line

Crafts her own dance

Leaving nothing to chance

 

Having walked east to west

For many a long year

She has overcome

The fear

Shed an ocean

Full of tears

Learned to beat

Her own drum

Hums her melodic tune

Under the full moon

Light glinting

On her bare chest

 

She chants her own rhyme

If you listen closely

You’ll hear her song on the breeze

It beckons you to rest

Under the weeping

Willow tree

 

 

If by happenstance

You meet her

Please say hello

Her sunny disposition

Belies many woes

Although she would

Never, ever

Tell you so

 

Take time to know her

Look into her eyes

It’s then you will notice

The scars left

By life

 

She will hold out a hand

To offer you care

She sees you are

Traveling

The same road as her

She sees you falter

Unsure of your steps

But she has walked them already

Her footprints are there

She beckons you softly

With strength in her heart

 

 

 

The path is confusing

Winding and turning

All direction is lost

Debris of life has cut some ways off

But if you look very closely

And never give up

New clearings have formed

New growth is beginning

On the light dabbled path

 

The wandering wise woman

Is there by your side

Soon she will leave

To weave her own way

She can give you direction

Point to the light

Still on reflection

She knows only you, can choose

To take flight.

 

Wisdom is earned

With time and courage

It doesn’t come easy

The pearl takes a lifetime

To polish

But once it is won

You will shimmer iridescently

Pass on the knowledge

So your sparkle lasts

For all eternity.

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