I am from the enchanting moon and it’s pull on my heart.
I am from wonder.
I am from dance.
I am from seeds planted centuries ago.
I am from the leaf that falls gracefully from the tree.
I am from deep questioning and the arrival of an honest answer.
I am from bliss.
I am from practice.
I am from the magic of the stars.
I am from the rustle of something deeper yearning to be received.
I am from pathways that zig and then zag, yet always return home.
Where are you from? In the most literal or abstract sense? Write a poem and share it, I know I for one would love to hear.