Men and The Goddess

I wrote this poem two years ago. As you can see my thoughts and concerns with Time are not recent. And my efforts to turn time into spirals rather than a straight line are not new!

Time is a Spiral Dance

The passage of time is a spiral dance:
It weaves
It floats
It rises
It falls
It is a multi-dimensional wave.

And like a wave it remains in one place:
It moves
It calms
It comes
It goes
It is a mystery beyond space.

The passage of time is music for the dance:
It sings
It plays
It beats
It rhymes
It is the rhythm of my heart,
The song of my soul,
The symphony of my Spirit.

©2011 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.