Circles

Souls gently rain from Source,
settle on water’s surface in 

ever widening ripples.

Lives lived ~ hurried or slow.

Mortal frame slowing ~ sinking,

joining silt of ancestors to softly 

support deep and flowing water.

Souls rise once more to join Source.

“Behind your image, below your words, above 

your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.”

~ John O’Donohue: Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom