The Broken

I look up to the ring

The Circle of light

It then releases

To rays of wood

The wood is alive

It is full of spirit

And the lights

They are a triangle

It is balance

It is peace

It is serenity

A blemish

Is but the god of chaos

Showing it’s face

Chaos teaches

It guides

Imperfection but a

Sentence

To be spoken

By the divine

It knows the pattern

Of the Universe

This pattern is sacred

All patterns are sacred

Calculus, physics, geometry

Triangels, circles

Fibonacci,

They unfold into nature

The spirit in the goddess

Of Earth, of Light, of Spirit

I believe we are whole

Souls

The Universe knows

Our patterns intimately

So when I witness

A burn, a tear, a hole

It is but a reminder

Of the unraveling

We all do as we age

Into the divine spirit

Of the Universe

Imperfection

Is perfection

I can accept this

About myself

About others

It is in my things

My memory

My laughter

There are holes and notches

Of worn down time

Showing me the way

To peace and serenity

I can sit still

Among this unraveling

And know that I am good

I can know love

For all that is broken

For in reality

It is unbroken

It is a blessing

It is whole