Twirling Through Time
They twirl in a group
guided by the one in the center
all spinning to the same tempo
the same crying flute
the same source
a little solar system
they are held together
those watching
human or otherwise
cannot help but want to join in
it seems fun, mysterious
calm
but not a calm before a storm
NO
calm before the sudden realization
the Self-Actualization that
nothing remains but one thing
Love
produced by the Sema
that dance before all creation
and that creator
twirling through time
Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2009
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