“Circles in Circles”
Copyright © June 2000 Jeff Linder
   Wind Walker 

Though you stood still,
Your mind was far away.
Walking in that “neverland”,
Where only you can play.

Though you stood still,
You were a pillar of light
A wonder of mystery,
Like a flame burning bright.

Circles in circles,
Like a moth to a flame,
My spirit was drawn,
No hesitation, no shame.

The spirit of one,
Draws the other you see.
Whether here and today,
Or in past, that is We.

To the flame I open,
My soul hears the call.
When the flame becomes ready,
We will experience the “all”.
 

Circles in circles,
Like a moth to a flame,
I can’t stay away,
I cast thee no blame.

All is with reason,
Words need not be said.
With joy in my heart,
To the flame I am fed.

I embrace the flame,
And the lessons to learn,
For knowledge is truth,
I must teach in return.

Circles cross circles,
Roles stay not the same.
The flame become moth,
And the moth becomes flame.

The ones that we were,
No matter our name.
We grow into one,
The moth and the flame.