We gather around
this table you set
and feel the spirit move like wind.
We float suspended
on the wine-dark sea,
holding hands and circling round,
synchronized swimmers in fluid motion,
each life a pattern,
detected only from above.
Fed by your color,
nurtured by your light
we breathe in the delicate perfume of oneness.
Words and image by Diane Walker
this table you set
and feel the spirit move like wind.
We float suspended
on the wine-dark sea,
holding hands and circling round,
synchronized swimmers in fluid motion,
each life a pattern,
detected only from above.
Fed by your color,
nurtured by your light
we breathe in the delicate perfume of oneness.
Words and image by Diane Walker
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