Spirit

The spirit survives its changing form, like seeds sown in autumn anticipating the promise of flowers blooming in spring.

Or a chance wind sweeping starlings to flight, to grasp at life to flake the air like soot the ambiguity of then and now confused.

The present etches the surface like riddles scribbled in sand, the past burnished with pain illuminates the future.

Seeking solitude spirit transcends time and space, embracing life in all its forms the earth, the waves, the flames of the universe.