CIRCLES

I wrote this one night by candlelight in the middle of the woods.
It was cold outside because my wood stove was burning behind me as I sat at my desk and stared out the window. All I saw was my reflection flickering. Pencil in hand I scribbled.





Along this path,
I find myself being swept up within circles.
Circles which seem to merge in & out of others
Intricately connected.

There are borders with no lines,
And lines eluding boundaries.
There is regression - transition,
Resisting - yielding,
Stopping - going.

Power lurks here.
Magnetically phenomenal,
Invisible to sight,
Weightless save for feeling.

I have seen the hint of a pattern - spiralling.
First in; then out - like life breathing.
Pulsations rising to the tempo of heartbeats,
Vibrations to sound,
And truth & discovery to light.

Out here - within,
There are no limits giving reasons to withhold.
Only phantom ghost,
or shells,
Leaving apprehension to lead me astray.