Constant Swirl in Flux
by Michael Warren Grant
We, like swirls in a stream
appear fixed, yet are a series
of molecules in constant flux.
We often cling to the water
as it passes through our form;
our assumptions, our possessions
take up much space in the room
of our being.
Such restless grasping at rocks
in the infinite sea of sky
we inhabit!
we are never complete,
and this is a great gift of life;
the opportunity to discard
and insatiably seek, the spirit
of evolution, the renewing
of the swirl.
Now to form a living mandala
by repositioning the stones
on the river's bed. A swirl
to manifest our inner charge.
Your electric fur is on end
as the tie that binds
slips out and then in again.
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