Spirals
Spirals
The Mystery skips stones
across the surface
of my stasis.
Each rebound
an invitation
from beyond the nightma
re
of my self-dissonance
and motionlessness.
Each place of rebound
epicenter of disjunction.
I let go of that fancy. That love.
I let go of predilection, proclivity, preference.
I submit to the Mystery’s Design.
Grace moves – Love heals.
©2011 Stephen Victor
October 8th, 2011 in
2011
I too write poetry, this makes me feel like everything is fluid perhaps in love too-it is our destiny that we hope to override with the mystery of intertwinement