Day 132 of Year 2 (Actually Day 133
It's comforting to see this figure finally come to rest and stop falling. I feel at peace.
The Mystery
By Dorothy Walters
Some come at it
with weights and measures,
some waving a sieve.
Some sing to it,
ballads and carols,
hoping to coax forth
its hidden center,
unwind the sheath
of who it is.
Some tap on it,
or deal heavy blows
with hammers,
trying to smash
its thick shield,
force it to bow down.
Some seek ways to clamber in,
explore its hidden vaults
and chambers.
Some lie down beside it,
breathe its cool scent,
become its own self.
From The Ley Lines of the Soul https://amzn.to/2qtRCAl