Seeking Self
1.
The moment told her she was more than she knew.
Browsing in the newsagents' she stopped to look.
A magazine headline.
Black fancy script.
Art Deco earth-goddess
holding a sheaf of wheat in her hand
caught her eye
to a young mother, barely out of her teens
each experience in this grown-up world
was brand new.
Just a few words
would influence the rest of her life
begin a journey to the core of her existence.
The veiled future would release
in glimpses small fragments of knowing
that astrology is soul-mate
to magic and alchemy
that poetry adores mythology
that theatre is more than song and dance
that life is existential pain and revolution.
Soon she would be making whole
new-worlds unfolding before her.
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