Fatima Ali

Fatima Ali

Fatima Ali
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As I was walking all alone... A little corner in the park by jchanders

As I was walking all alone... A little corner in the park by jchanders

***Shafts of light in the forest by Chiara Andolfatto (Italy)

***Shafts of light in the forest by Chiara Andolfatto (Italy)

A magical tree lined road in Goor, Netherlands. Martin Podt Photography

A magical tree lined road in Goor, Netherlands. Martin Podt Photography

This poem is called "The Invitation". It was written by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. Her first name coming to her in a dream and Mountain Dreamer given to her by a Shamanic Healer. She is not an Indian Elder nor is she an American Indian.

I like the second half...and "him" instead of "her"... "but I fell for all of [him], hopelessly and endlessly. My soul will always be lifted when [he] walks into the room and my blood will always dance when [his] breath passes through me."

I like the second half...and "him" instead of "her"... "but I fell for all of [him], hopelessly and endlessly. My soul will always be lifted when [he] walks into the room and my blood will always dance when [his] breath passes through me."