My nomadic nature has led me to this
Uncharted territory that is as ever-changing
As it is eternal.
There were two galaxies that intersected at my birth –
Yet, I believe that I am merely skin and bone,
And that a third Star shepherded me to my current abode.
I, luckily, have the privilege to call this place home.
Here, the land is fertile.
It waits for pilgrims to come, to sow, to reap.
Some are forever fruitful,
Others wait awhile for a good harvest,
Yet there is always something to receive - always something to give.
I am as fragile as I am bold.
And some stories are ought to be told.
And this land is thirsty for love – it shall wait no more.
I must sow my seeds - and go.