Round and Round

Dreaming in a spiral
a slow swirl down
round and round
like a nautilus 
or a nebula. 
 
Each circle widening out 
from the intensely wound center 
to the outer rim that expands ‘til expended.
 
We deposit our being most often 
in the superficial outward circles 
and rarely speak from our center. 
 
We are exhausted
because we must reach 
so far for a thought
each time we speak.
 
If we were to spontaneously say 
what is at the heart of our matter 
we would never shut up the Spirit. 

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