It is most
simple and once more
the greatest test to be whole …
a choice of who I am, from the time we are
born? … the ever reaching ringlets of you and I …
brushing each other’s vibratory signature … as fingerprints
in rain hand dancing blind ballets … we will always arrive where we
began … return to the doorway from which we entered this life … nimbus
knelt and fetal felt in a womb wound humble grace … spinning our childhood
charades crowned in laurels of dandelion chains … these are the gold disks we
buy our fortunes with … yet, we give ourselves to love one day … silver circlets
on our fingers place … for peace, for hope, for care’s embrace … through years
and lives the circles trace, enfold, include, and ever bring us back again … our
Self, conception, spark and soul, the energy each light’s breach holds …
for we are born and made to last … as ever love in a chamber of
another heart cast … as you are mine, I am your’s to be …
Shall we ever encircle the love of We … with all
the light we can bring to bear on
our life until our cirle
together shall
cease to be.
#NaPoWriMo 9
© 2015 Carla Dawn Dunlap All Right Reserved
My Circle elongated in translation 🙂
The Flow of Stardust ... 
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