A circle wraps its arms around
itself in rapture, like water.
as a sea snake pulses in the high tide.
No mere erotic indulgence,
this is Life meeting itself
where it lives,
as it is.
Drenched in the innocence
of naked spontaneity,
for the thrill of being seen
Undulating swells of a rising tide,
births earthly shape.
Endings prompt new beginnings,
beginnings seek rest as endings.
Serpent Ouroboros devours its tail,
Parched harvests are grieved and buried,
bitter fruit falls at the feet of renewal,
seeds are scattered.
Spring shoots burst toward the sun.
Our fingers dig deep into good brown earth,
renewing vows to love fearlessly
for another day.