![]() The undercurrent of the ocean kept expanding the ripples wider and wider and wider. Once they were done eating, they dived back into the ocean and created this ripple effect on the water. ![]() The other day, as I was contemplating on this poem, I watched the otters floating effortlessly on their backs on the Pacific ocean. I am transfixed by the question, “am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?” What if I am all three? Is it possible that all my life I have been morphing from one to another and to another without me knowing? I wonder how does it feel to transform from bones, muscles and feathers into water, lightning and strong wind and into a verse, chorus and bridge? What do you think? I’ve been circling for thousands of years and I still don’t know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song? I circle around God, around the primordial tower. ![]() I may not complete this last one but I give myself to it. I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world. ![]()
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