It is most
simple and once more
the greatest test to be whole ...
a choice of who I am, from the time we are
born? ... the ever reaching ringlets of you and I ...
brushing each other's vibratory signature ... as fingerprints
in rain hand dancing blind ballets ... we will always arrive where we
began ... return to the doorway from which we entered this life ... nimbus
knelt and fetal felt in a womb wound humble grace ... spinning our childhood
charades crowned in laurels of dandelion chains ... these are the gold disks we
buy our fortunes with ... yet, we give ourselves to love one day ... silver circlets
on our fingers place ... for peace, for hope, for care's embrace ... through years
and lives the circles trace, enfold, include, and ever bring us back again ... our
Self, conception, spark and soul, the energy each light's breach holds ...
for we are born and made to last ... as ever love in a chamber of
another heart cast ... as you are mine, I am your's to be ...
Shall we ever encircle the love of We ... with all
the light we can bring to bear on
our life until our cirle
cease to be.
© 2015 Carla Dawn Dunlap All Right Reserved
My Circle elongated in translation :) Was to be a calligramme as to the Prompt for the day.