From my cave I do behold,
I look around at all I see
And listen to legends told.
I stand upon a lofty edge
And look out upon bird and tree.
From animals wild I protect my ledge,
Wolf, cats large and small
My family – I must protect them all,
Children, wives that belong to me.
I cannot write but on my wall
I paint all that I see and spy,
For life is good as days go by,
The sun doth shine and that’s fine for me
As I paint animal, bird and tree.
Find out about cave painting, and what it is, and how it relates to your work. Had you been alive before the days of words what would you paint (upon the back walls of your deep, dark, mysterious cave). Your painting might never be found so you can be honest and straightforward. It’s a journey for you, and for any who may find what you leave there. What will you write-without-writing to speak of your soul?