Now, some people think life is a linear progression from birth to grave. I believe it is a circle. That circle is similar to a necklace of pearls. That is numerous small circlets creating the larger circle. These circlets are our experiences always in motion, changing places as they travel around the larger circle. We rely on these experiences as we travel through life. As in the larger circle where the end and beginning meet, so it also happens in the smaller circlets. When this happens there can be a sort of closure on an incomplete circlet. In all its imperfections of anger, hatreds, misdeeds, loves gained and lost, life is not based on one single experience, it is woven into a tapestry
Life is most beautiful....
Lilac and rosebush
stems not quite touching...
Web spun between
in late Spring,
join
two as one...
Through heat and
summer storm
web tatters and breaks...
Strands of memory
cling to leaf
and flower remnants...
Dancing separate life songs
through season's
passing...
Winds of chance
join two memories
for a season's
moment…
Then cast them
upon their roots…
A final feeding
For soul
cleansing
ccd Sept. 2013
