Spirals

...symbols and hope...

SPIRALS

 

 

As I sip my morning brew

and look out toward the flowing stream,

dew glistens to the rising sun;

a new day begins.

 

There is a calmness

as green seems to touch blue,

and I am reminded once again,

of the balance and connection

between all things.

 

These thoughts,

intimate, yet universal,

point me to the symbols of life;

mainly, how life and everything,

in and around it,

spirals.

Swirling arcs,

either tightening or,

expanding,

reminds us harshly, or,

gently,

how everything evolves,

changes in continuous flow.

 

Ho-bo-bo,

one of the ‘Old Ones’,

the ‘Keeper of Breath’,

twists the fabric of air

and gives life;

a vortex that can also

take life,

in a cyclone of change.

 

When we look out at the vastness of space,

we see spiraling galaxies

ebbing and flowing,

expanding and dying.

We are but a life force

within a spiraling planet

swirling in a solar system

within the arm of an enormous

universe,

and yet we live,

and love,

hope and die

and connect

with that distant star

barely seen at the edge

of the Universe,

light years away.

 

As I face the four direction,

I remember Grandmother’s words:

“Aztec, it is our actions,

in one way or another,

affect these spiraling changes.

We are like the pebble

cast on the water,

as our ripples

spiral out,

disturbing the universe”.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.9.10

Author's Note

….thanks for reading...

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I have spent a fair amount of time pondering spirals, so I very much relate to your reflections here which dance from the page with the magic of the unknown. I notice that your perspective this time around is "macro" -- seeing the spiral patterns in the larger universal dance. But I was also thinking of the way first fronds spiral tightly before a new bit of plant springs to life. Your writing always brings a wider awareness of so much we take for granted (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lyn Anderson]

Spiralling out, disturbing the universe, blending, bending, melting, being -- beautiful

[Lydia Shutter]

Your ripples will never disturb the universe, Curt. I wish sometimes I could see the world through your eyes as you sit observing nature. "green seems to touch blue".....whenever I see the sky and the grass I will think of this line. Life is indeed full of spiraling changes...sometimes we wish we could climb the spiral back to where it all began, but, alas, that is not possible. Very "nice" poetry, my friend...very nice indeed. Lydi**