The mysterious old man knocks only twice, don't wait for the third. The rapping sound on wood brings rapture, inviting you to step out there. It's ok you don't know where it leads. One day you'll sit on a mountain and remember the warmth of your home.

My latest poem called Walking Redemption I invite you to read it slowly and find yourself in it, wherever you land, and let the poem walk you the rest of the way home. _____________________________________ There is fear And the fear is love. There is pain And the pain is love There is hurt And the hurt is love There is suffering And the suffering is love There is regret And the regret is love There is shame And the shame is love There is remorse And the remorse is love There is sadness And the sadness is love There is grief And the grief is love There is repentance And the repentance is love There is surrender And the surrender is love There is healing And the healing is love There is learning And the learning is love There is repair And the repair is love There is change And the change is love There is grace And the grace is love There is forgiveness And the forgiveness is love There is redemption And the redemption is love There is love And the love is love There is you And you are love There is me And I am love https://open.substack.com/pub/rekovitae/p/walking-redemption?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&shareImageVariant=overlay&r=54f5m2

Sometimes the wild winds of inspiration catch your sail and take you to new shores. Last night brought me many poems to share in time. Enjoy

Ill have a book put together fairly soon. Enjoy a little taste

Wind rustles the leaves of tall poplars hidden under the towering overpass Wild bramble erupts to reclaim the spaces of Forgotten Purpose Wind pulls at hair and clothing on the bridge above waterways that open to the ocean These trees, shrubs and brambles are the green blood that finds a way to thrive here and refuses the artificial boundary that is this concrete The wild refuses containment It will probe by root, rot and rodent Time is not their concern Just this land, this sky, this sun and this water ----- Written this past summer. Granville Island, Vancouver