Life Stories
A place to ponder,
a place to paint.
a place of introspection,
such is the red path.
Within lay the splendid
leaves of our lives and
on each parchment is
recorded our
rites of passage.
From rising suns
till waning moons,
we paint our page
in hues of
sunlit orange,
saintly blues and
melancholy yellows;
diaries in the library
of humanity’s autumn.
Note: The Red Path, in Native American Spirituality is a reference to being connected to the earth and all around it; when you walk the red path, you find balance, healing, mentally, physically spiritually, emotionally.
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