In a creative mood, I felt the urge to write in circles whatever wanted to come through me. The following poem is the result…

Circle of Words

The Word is the beginning of all things
The Seed at the center of the Spiral.
I laugh at the playful absurdity
Of trying to write in circles,
Hoping to articulate the Truth
I feel at the centre of my Being.
Ah, words—so useless and fragmentary.
Ah, Word—so Powerful and yet
So distant from my mind,
As I fumble with the day to day
Vocabulary of my brain,
All meaning seeping out in the translation
Of what cannot be spoken
Only Known.

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