CIRCLE

Within the Circle, mortals flourish,

deathless souls retracing

Life's unseen arcs, Time's limpid

brushstrokes looping through

the soundless, motionless ether.

Eternity straddles Universes, this,

the mind construes not,

its thoughts and questions strewn

as broken branches amid

shattered clocks, for Time's path,

meets not the hand and eye,

nor surges unbending

across realms of light and matter.

His lines weave the souls of worlds,

binding discrepant patterns,

raying inward and outward around a

Golden Axis that guides

each breath and pulse.

Within their darkness, mystics seek

its Locus, the Divine,

the ouroboros, the luminous spiral

that is the spirit's brace and anchor.

I, as they, would quest

for the Light within,

for the apotheosis of this earthly path.

Within the Circle, mortals shall perish,

departing from its coil,

fractioning hours, days and Seasons,

clasping minutes and moments,

these repositories for memories,

our formless aliment upon a journey

of presence in Time.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: THE SOUL BREAKING THE TIES THAT BIND IT TO EARTH

Source: www.liveinternet.ru

Artist: Pierre-Paul Prud'hon