The fan spins above my head.
The world spins beneath my feet.
And I start thinking about how
Black Elk, the Lakota Mystic,
said, “The universe is circles
within circles,” and I’m thinking
he probably was correct
as I consider how right now
planets are spinning in circles
in the cosmos and I wonder
if stars spin too. And I wonder
if the cosmos is really an ever
expanding circle.
I hear a slight whirr of the fan
and think about the music of
the spheres and if that and
the OM are related.
And I wonder if heaven exists
what kind of music people
hear there, and if circles have
any significance in that higher
world.
I awakening from my musings
and realize it’s time to feed the
fish in my fish tanks, whose
tanks are square, and I return
to earthly matters.
Bob Boyd