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
I would fall
giggling
in a heap on the cold winter ground
in a heap on the cold winter ground
Now, as the woman I have become
life has a way of coming full circle
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


