Searching for circles
as a reflection of life
revealed uniqueness.
Beginnings and endings intertwined
deleted any lines defined.
The alpha and omega
designed with layers between.
And a variety of form
in presentations never ending.
Names describe some as rounded
and others: bull’s eye,
spiral,
whorl,
and cylindrical.
But what about those incomplete?
Did life slip out
or slowly drip away?
And wounds left behind
that never fully healed?
The answers, like shapes,
aren’t always obvious.
Circles sought and circles found.
No two alike.
My hope–that we end as we began—the circle completed around a life well embraced.
Well done.
“I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.” Bob Dylan
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Thanks, Pam. There were other things I wanted to express, but this represents some of what I’ve been thinking about at least.
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Just lovely.
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Thank you. And thanks for stopping by to wander with me.
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sounds like you have a lot on your mind and in your heart. I’m always grateful to the natural world for soothing my spirit and putting things in perspective. Thanks for your offerings. Cathie
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Indeed. It allcomes around as you well know.
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