FULL CIRCLE

FULL CIRCLE

Sweet the wind sings to me.
On Angels wings she brings to me
A WHOOSHE
Then I’m taken full Circle again.

Full Circle is the moment
The Beginning touches the end.
Where every question finds it’s answer,
No more motives to defend.

It’s the slap against your forehead
At the moment of insight
When you realize all along
Your instincts had been Right!

Oh what a JOY
IF only once in all our lives
To be chosen by Sweet Wind
And Spun upon the skies.

To where the bigger picture
Is laid out right  before our eyes!
To where the light inside explodes in birth
And Joy becomes Alive.

So best that you stay focused
And ready my friend
For with a whooshes
sweet wind  just
might choose you
And then

Let her blow your skirt up
Run her fingers Thru your hair
For where sweet wind will take you
Gods amazing Grace is there.
 
And with a Wooooshe
she takes you back
To where you’ve already been
Another Woooshe
there she goes
a full circle again.