Circling Mystery

We're transient as breath in and out,
Our impermanence is reality's play.
While mystery walks along with me,
Weaving rhythm into my life's way.

Time's gift we use for what we do,
It will be added to the holy stream,
Flowing on, breath drawing in life.
In love all is woven into the dream.

Our inner vision needs to own wonder,
Encourage more, by letting in doubt.
It offers a peek into the spirit's sway,
Leads to gathered insight to live out.

Illusions, marked endings, and such,
Are joined as threads of our breath.
This weaving wraps round us each to
Open gently, circles of life and death.

We're transient as breath in and out,
Our impermanence is reality's play.
Thus, mystery walks newly with me,
By grace, I seek my path each day.

freeflying spirit ©
March . 2010