I am a concentric circle,
Around yet more concentric circles.
Trees the lines that circle me.
Flash! rolling outward over dark sparkling water,
Rings and ripples touching trees, bees and other threes…
Venn diagram gods in the dark sparkling, silent night.
Doing their doing and being their being.
Dipping and shooting their arrows,
Echo through time and galaxies,
Folds and wrinkles and loops, to wink and swim,
But only ever imaginable sound.
A velvet vacuum black space between, for sound.
With them I see (+) me,
And with me they see three,
The bell, the sparkle, the tree.
I’m toying around here with poetry to explore the imagery of some numinous experiences. Of course it stretches logic because of the nature of the theme… but is it…
Or does it light something up for you?
I’d love to hear some thoughts.
I hope you’re having a great weekend, wherever you’re reading from 🍂🍁.