Stroke by Stroke I slowly strolled
Into the woods where the blue bells grow
As I walk alone, will I be lost?
In losing one self, I would be found
And then I saw you,
Lost in the woods,
But to the Soul, happily found!
Whistling among the trees, Goofing around
Flying on the magic carpet of blue bells bliss
You stretching your hand saying – Come Along!
Flying as high as you can
You reminded me of Peter Pan saying –
“Come with me where dreams are born
And time is never planned,
Just think of happy things
And your heart will fly on wings
Forever in Never Never Land!”
Inspiration: Blue Bell woods – Bradwell Village (UK)
The Soul Compass 