Round and round my mind
goes, perceiving and then
veering into darkness,
finding a hand-hold and
then slipping into voids
nested within each other.
Truth exists sure as light
exists; goes on forever
just as Love does, waiting
for no one to trust or
to feign belief. Here
my feet trace spirals
of green then red then white
promising flight thru dark
valleys of questions yielding
an occasional Aha! amid more
questions and persistent echoes
of solid footfalls. Listen.
Posted by: Jivani Lisa | February 27, 2017
Listen
Posted in Poetry
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