William Garza
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances, The Jakobsweg
And soon the seasons turn the wheel....
Or is it they are on the wheel
Or..
Do they follow the wheel
Or finally..Are..they the wheel
In which case we have turned round once again-in the simply
And found ourselves once again on the same date and time..but far and away from where we sit on the wheel as the last time we touched down.
The universe has turned the galaxy in tidal slowness
Which in turn spun coriolis around
A spacial geometric..which in turn
Turns a curve
A giant wheel
Insignificant..yet most important
Our lives
With it
On it
Following it
The years wheel about
Seagulls overhead
Overheard...
laughing
Crying
Questioning
We ride the wheel forward
We then drive the wheel
We...ride the wheel as if the momentum will never stop
Then finally we are caught up by the wheel driven ever..inevitably..finally forward with a certain awareness.
We live the seasons aware of deliniation
Unaware that they are all part of the same wheel
Until
Enough turns have been given.
We are here again
Drifting inward to the center
That fearsome gyre now become clearer
Until we find the center
We..find a place to see there
The wheel spins and we can begin to see the circles.
Pilgrim....where you are in life is where you are....
If not this year
Next
If not this decade
The next
There is always a coming back
Life is either approaching or leaving
We are in a constant dance that always gives us another chance.
That wheel travels down through time..not a direction
Seasons are not change, they are part of the same....what?
That is A Way on The Way which is
Your Way.
So
Are you looking back
Looking at
Or coming to..The Way
Be Blessed Pilgrim
Or is it they are on the wheel
Or..
Do they follow the wheel
Or finally..Are..they the wheel
In which case we have turned round once again-in the simply
And found ourselves once again on the same date and time..but far and away from where we sit on the wheel as the last time we touched down.
The universe has turned the galaxy in tidal slowness
Which in turn spun coriolis around
A spacial geometric..which in turn
Turns a curve
A giant wheel
Insignificant..yet most important
Our lives
With it
On it
Following it
The years wheel about
Seagulls overhead
Overheard...
laughing
Crying
Questioning
We ride the wheel forward
We then drive the wheel
We...ride the wheel as if the momentum will never stop
Then finally we are caught up by the wheel driven ever..inevitably..finally forward with a certain awareness.
We live the seasons aware of deliniation
Unaware that they are all part of the same wheel
Until
Enough turns have been given.
We are here again
Drifting inward to the center
That fearsome gyre now become clearer
Until we find the center
We..find a place to see there
The wheel spins and we can begin to see the circles.
Pilgrim....where you are in life is where you are....
If not this year
Next
If not this decade
The next
There is always a coming back
Life is either approaching or leaving
We are in a constant dance that always gives us another chance.
That wheel travels down through time..not a direction
Seasons are not change, they are part of the same....what?
That is A Way on The Way which is
Your Way.
So
Are you looking back
Looking at
Or coming to..The Way
Be Blessed Pilgrim
