Round and round we walk the circle of heaven 
the way before us opening step by faltering step.
Slowly moving, never ceasing; each step an eternity -
worlds being born, worlds falling fast away
stars bursting to life, stars flashing out in flaming array.
 
Walking the circle of heaven on a cold starless night.
Cloud shrouded moon, blown branches bending  
birds hidden in them swaying, brown downed leaves swirling.
We walk on paths of the wild world spinning round,
as if only in our withering gardens, dazed and spellbound. 
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Portland, Oregon - November 19, 2021