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THOUSAND YEAR OLD OAK TRESS by Romana Anna Nova

Most of my poems are written as consolations to myself when I find myself in a sad or lost space...

But somehow by taking action and recording the words, they become an act of courage, a line of connection, where it's no longer about me. That gives me – my voice –strength. And the piece becomes something powerful, an offering of hope, a showing of way – not just for myself.

Art is an experience of profound communion if you have the wits to see that it's not you who bestows inspiration. To make art is to grow wings. To give meaning to live beyond mere survival. Though fighting for survival may be that which grows our heart muscle to be able to find that there is more to life than what the eyes can see.

Photography by Catherine L. Schweig


Thousand Year Old Oak Trees
(Volume I) 
by Romana Anna Nova

Can a seed ever be sad
When it's been blown off far into the desert?
I think not
Because it remembers
The mighty woods it came from
It knows that it was once
A thousand year old tree
Among many
It is that tree, and all the ones yet to come

So when your forest burns
Let it burn
Let the wind carry you far off
Into a barren land
But remember
You carry the ancient woodland within you

You might have to wait
For a long time
Whole ages maybe
Apparently on your own
Hidden in yourself
Swept back and forth
Dragged by the whirlwind
But you are never alone
You carry all the you's that came before you
You are all the power they gathered over millennia
And now they are looking over you
You are never alone

One day, a desert animal will find you
And dig a little hole near a spring
Where it will let you rest
And you will remember
How mighty trees sprout
And grow
And bear seeds
From which new trees spring
And in a century or two
There will be a whole new woodland
New seeds will be carried far off by the wind
And when this forest becomes old and dies
Another one would spread in another land

All thanks to that one seed
Which once survived in a desert
And in this way
Nothing is ever truly new or old
Nothing is ever lost or broken
There is no end or a beginning
You are but a link in an infinite cycle
Just go with the wind
And know
That you are the seed
You can never be alone.



Romana Anna Nova: has trained in many holistic healing and counseling modalities, but beginning with 2012--guided by her Soul--she began tapping into a deeper source of innate wisdom, and by 2013 while in the middle of several trainings everything else went out of the window. It was becoming clear that nothing but direct experience will do from now on. She's being guided by Source itself to explore the path of Spirit. If a vocational label is required then Mystic, Oracle or spiritual mentor might fit the bill, but in truth she just is. Romana Anna intends to revolutionize a new path for society and humanity – to create a new structure in civilization that will heal the ways in which we've been affected by the patriarchy. You may purchase her new collection 'Soulspeak – A Map for the Journey Home through Exile' which includes this poem through this page and support the Zahra Retreat Centre she's building by clicking here.  Connect with her via her website here or via Facebook here. 


~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 

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