Drops of Color/ The Wheel
Drops of Color
The Wheel
Like the Seasons,
the wheel circles
—dipping down
—drawing in
the endless drops
that fill the spring.
A sudden rush~~~ water swirling
—spinning the wheel
—holding barrels
of sustenance
for only so long.
NOW, the wheel spills like a waterfall
releasing its content
refilling once more.
The circle
—round and round it goes
empty, full, pouring itself out…
Simple, to discover the Divine
—in a wheel
—in the water
—in the wood
that holds long enough
to let go
over and over again.
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