The voice of a poem can pull your feet from the muck and this one did so for me this morning. Therefore, I am sharing it forward with the hope that it free your feet as well. It comes from SINGING HEART POEMS, STORIES & MUSINGS BY KAREM BARRATT
ON A SPACE CALLED LAND
And so it happens that we are all walkers:
Runners, joggers, skippers;
Trail blazers, some of us.
Path finders.
And that is the answer of the ages.
Of the “who am I” and “what am I doing here.”
We are machete wielders, creating
The path unique to ourselves,
To our laughter and our tears.
We are charterers of the unknown
Jungles that our lives are, similar
To many, yet different in every sense.
We do not travel the road less travelled:
We create the way.
We build the bridge, draw the maps,
Write the memoirs that the
Next generation will forget or
Misunderstand, because I am not
You, nor you I, and my yellow
Brick road is blondish, buttery white,
Whilst yours is coppery gold.
And so, like the Spanish poet
Said, dear walker, there is no road.
The road is rendered by your feet when
You start your walk.
And that is life. And who you are.
A walker of dreams on a space called land.
By K. Barratt
Thanks for sharing this. I love the line ‘a walker of dreams on a space called land’s.
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Thanks for visiting Sarah.
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I can see why you wanted to share this Ali. Thank you. 🌼
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I’m glad you agree. An important reminder shared in such a well written manner. Thanks for letting me know that you appreciated it. Have a beautiful day.
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“You start your walk”. The best line.
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One foot in front of the other. Repeat.
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When it gets too difficult to do anything else, that one step at a time approach works wonders!
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We are the creators of our own destiny and we pave our own rods with our deeds.
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Agreed. Thanks for visiting Megha.
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My pleasure Ali
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We make our own roads. It can be a tarroad or a gravel road
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Sylvia, it is a powerful realization to know that the road we make smooth or bumpy is within our own hands. Thanks for visiting.
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Awesome poetry, Ali and so true and profound. Lovely poem.
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Karem Barratt did a lovely job with these words. I hope you visit her blog.
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Oh great and yes will surely do so Ali.
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