The Never Ending Orbit of its Line

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Fog lifts
Rain passes
Snow melts
Fires end
Pain disappears
Fear subsides
Nightmares dissolve
Illness dissipates
Love leaves
Love returns
All in good time

That is how the 
circle works

It begins
It concludes
While holding us in its arms
Like mother
Who always showed us the way.

The Gods 
I think
While making their initial post
Big Bang
morning
And evening
rounds
Placed them strategically
All over our universe
Like ornaments
To serve as a reminder
That the circle is the symbol
Of our
Mutually shared
Perpetuity
And the irrefutable proof that
We will continue to prosper
And best of all
Survive.

All you have to do is
Stare at the planets
And the stars
A ball in flight
A rushing river
A spinning wheel
An escaping balloon
A fresh baked pizza
The face of a clock
A just placed wedding ring
The pools of your eyes 
The pictures in your scrapbook
The very first steps of your children
And just like that
You will have found your way back to
the inner circle
Which completes you.

There are times 
I know
Like right now 
when the circle will appear to you
As a zero
The sum of nothing.

When that happens
Instead of being hurt terribly
By the insult of loneliness
Gently trace  its circular boarder
With your eyes
Because 
That is where the
Infinity of love
Lives 
Etched like glass
In the never ending orbit of its line.

Walking in circles
Thinking in circles
Is not the same as
Giving yourself to the circle
Which you must do
Fully and completely
The way you succumb to a lover
Or your love of God 
Or to the earth itself
Which spins you 
on its axis
Every day
Like a ballerina en pointe
To perhaps a Chopin Waltz
Which
Like our most dependable memories
Never dies
And most importantly
Has 
A built in
And most lustrous 
beginning
middle
And end.


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