Finite, a Circle

Revering the beads As we whisper, counting  Sacred names, the greatest of words Immersed in each rotation (Or dreaming through it) We forget that real power Lies in the thread That holds the beads together Allows them to flow over our fingers Just a fragile thread Finite, a circle of infiniteness

going off on a tangent

you were the tangent to the circle of my life why did you not let me fly off with you? left me drifting within meaningless revolutions rotating endlessly on a crippled axis where the winter of imagination is permanent seeds of concepts wither away unsprouted and the pages of my book... ...blank *** if my source of inspiration ever … Continue reading going off on a tangent

complete wholeness

the complete wholeness of a circle is seen when you are unable to distinguish the beginning from the end... you do not die in death

the finishing line

finally i near the finishing line but.. it moves further and further i keep following till i reach a familiar point ...the beginning