[...] "A traveler am I and a navigator, and every day I discover a new region within my soul". [...] "Sea and Foam"
a new journeyalong the roads of God's Creationseeking the truth within
seeking the truth withinthe road like the Honeysuckle (*) busha new journey© Chèvrefeuille
I've waited too long
the road calls to me .. come home
endless winding trails
one step at a time
the road leads the traveller
unto herself
time to pack her bags
her nomadic soul calls
the trail - her home
an illusion
the traveller never remains
no roots to hold her down
© G.s.k. '14
fleeting roots
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she can grow
butterflies rejoice
Deleteclimbing along the old walls
rambling rose
I like this series Georgia. It has a feel in which the road is both a comforter and a tormentor. The journey is everything ....
ReplyDeleteYes ... that's a good description indeed.
DeleteWalking the road less travelled - the inner journey becomes the most important one
ReplyDeleteLovely, Georgia...the difficult life and yet the only life that is called home.
ReplyDeleteThanks Cher ... there are some difficulties one has grown accustomed to ... like being a nomad.
DeleteWow! What a beautiful quartet of haiku Georgia, every one a little gem, a gorgeous painting ...
ReplyDeleteThanks very much Kristjaan ... I'm pleased you've enjoyed them :-)
DeleteThe call of the heart of a nomad... right?
ReplyDeleteExactly ... I was born in a military family and we changed homes at least once every two or three years ... until I was 45, though no longer with my family, I continued to globe trot ... it's been wonderful to plant roots, but sometimes the road still calls.
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