Turning Back

There is no turning back the tide.
The pebble in the pond has circled wide
around the center of our souls.
Embracing love, it gathers
as it roams the atmosphere.

Intent becomes the meaning
of the actions that we take.
Creation keeps on streaming
in the choices that we make.

Sooner or later, the motion returns.
Silently, the fire burns inside.
The earth revolves,
yet still, it is unspent.

Inhalation, unappeased.
Exhalation, sweet release.
The tide comes round inside.
Turning back to memories,
the soul still travels on...

? Michaelette ?

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