Shaken to the roots, the clinging gets undone
Its time to let go, and follow the sun
Find a new resting place, grow roots somewhere new
There may be a new forest, just waiting for me
And in that shift, I pray to find
The answers I seek, the elusive kind
Letting go, of all I cling to
Pray lead me to the one
My soul longs for too!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The soul will uproot with great ease and plant itself within that of another’s heart without forewarning. Sudden and unexpected and elusive no more. Stone -