Magnificent Spirals
make the universe,
and unmake our minds at times:
downward
or upward
either way too much,
too fast
and angry or lost,
or broken and bitter,
and not knowing,
just spinning in cycles
of growth and hormones,
and probably hungry,
and out of control.
There is a path to get back to,
with Stardust crumbs
to find our way
back out of the woods,
if only we can slow down
and breathe long enough
to remember…
No matter how too much
we feel, we are perfect,
we are designed chaos,
we are powerful sparks
leaping across synapses
building freeways
and connections
more beautiful
than spiderwebs in snow.
We are Golden Ratios,
we are shells that
mirror galaxies
spinning in space.
We are breath and bone.
We are sighs to steady,
We are air pushed through lungs,
with gently closed eyes,
and pursed lips.
We are where we need to be.
We are what we need to learn.
We are incandescent
wonders to behold.
Photo from Lisaleo on Morguefile
