Writing About a Piece of Art, Assignment from the Previous Post -
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The Spiral Path
Once I saw the dance of life as a journey.
It seemed an apt metaphor, because
I wanted to be on course, undeviating,
walking across a map on a path I had
plotted for myself. Even following a
a river, upstream or down provided a
similar idea, albeit more interesting, and
hinting at the unexpected events life
throws your way; interruptions, or fate?
Looking at the landmarks of my years,
it has not been even a voyage on the
ocean’s surface that I have undertaken.
It was more similar to a multi-dimensional
passage through space and time, where
the significant persons and events or I,
cycle, return to, and resemble other
experiences from the past, not sensed
in the sequence of occurrence.
It emerges as a spiritual quest, a shaman’s path.
And in the view through time, the earlier
events now take on a transparency
through an aurora borealis of vibrating
energy, absorbing new colors, and I see
it all through depths of greater meaning,
layers of significance, a galaxy spiraling
outward, a multiverse interacting with my
passage, expanding, and creating …me.