All Things Move In A Circular Motion Poem by Patti Masterman
All Things Move In A Circular Motion
The lathe of heaven's spinning, spinning;
Now the web of time beginning,
Time the holder of the many secrets
We must someday learn;
Time the hearth where lie the days
The universe will slowly burn.
Life springs up; it's breathing, breathing
And the web of life is weaving,
Life revolves through many stages
And no one foretells the whole;
Life, the mold in which we pour
The essence, turns into the soul.
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4/18/2024 8:57:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I've returned, after much time past, to read this poem once again, and have found it to be even better now, it is so alive. Absolutely wonderful writing. This is one of the few I will read over and over again. I think it's that idea 'The universe will slowly burn', that speaks such 'new' living-words to my soul. Great poem. True poetry.