The Tree
9/30/07
The tree expands in rhythms
Rings are ringing
Growing, leaping into roundness
The variation switches
The switching twitches
There beneath the tree
I spin
My feet defy gravity
My mind is free
Softly, tiptoeing
Encircling my doubt
Framing my folly in faith
Becoming like the inch
A worm cacooned in unknowns
Knowing something
But not sure what
Breaking habits
Skinning rabbits
Making coats from fur
Finding wings upon arrival
Taking flight upon rebirth
Folding ever onward
Forming feathers out of dust
My spirit is ringing
Growing, leaping into roundness
Ringing, softly like the shadow
Curving ever on the round of cycles.