i once drew a circle.

circle. simple, beautiful circle.
no point a. no point b.
every point along its perfect path
no one point further than another.
each point related to every other point by a constant.
each point a beginning and an end.
symmetry of form. unity of purpose.

i once drew a circle.
and through it, with it, in it
i saw God.

water, pt. 2

the ocean speaks a simple truth
in the ebb and flow of the tides
lapping or crashing onto the sand
only to recede and draw back into itself
building then eroding the earth it touches
in the most natural and constant of rhythms

watch the rain fall,
follow a river to the sea
and understand that all things
long to return to their source,
to reconnect with their essence
in a most beautiful and imperative cycle
of nature

if we trust in the oneness of all
then we must also believe
that we too are bodies of water
moving with the same energy
to this same rhythm, in this same cycle
of departure and return
that sings of harmony
and truth of Being.

let us all hold a shell to our ears
with the innate and fearless understanding
of the children we once were,
remembering to watch and listen with a quiet heart
to the ocean when she calls.