Volume 1 No. 1

Cosmic Circle

I must have dove deep,
For in this morning’s light,
I feel the planets,
Feeling each other;
Dancing between them,
I am, Pivot Point
Of source,
Inside of me…I am.

Softly as the Spring Breeze
Stirs the Lilacs to life,
My heart trembles
With capacity to love.
The blessedness of the hand,
Which plucks words from
A cosmos, so full of love,
To manifest in healing.
Staggers the mind, stops still,
To receive this gift of dreams.

The tear, which slips as softly,
Across the equator of my cheek,
Feels full:
Falling from a place,
Where the love and the pain have met;
Starting again a mighty ocean,
Into which, I shall surely dive again.

Linda  E. Roberts