MEDITATING IN CIRCLES

MEDITATING IN CIRCLES

 

I remember as a little girl

how I used to chase the wind in circles

for hours on end

meditating on the eye of the storm

with peals of laughter traveling on the leaves

to places I had never even seen

Innocence wrapped up in a warm winter coat

a serene solitude

and long conversations with invisible beings

playing alone on the driveway

I didn’t have a care in the world

Distant sounds of the amusement park

and traffic congestion subliminally enter my ears

I never felt the cold

and didn't even care that my socks were not a pair

All I wanted to do

was chase those leaves

round and round and round

until I dropped

so dizzy
I would fall

giggling 
in a heap on the cold winter ground

Now, as the woman I have become
life has a way of coming full circle

I no longer chase the leaves

…only my dreams

Which will lead me one day to places Ive never been

but more importantly

to find that place I will call home

...my one true destiny

the whisper of the wind putting my mind at ease

(c) Divinia Nightfire 4th September 2014