the coffee table like a whirling
Dervish spins around the floor
but the purple white vase is
without location change, remaining
its entire existence in one spot;
mesmerizing and illusive in its
task as it contantly rotates, oblivious
to those who stare with fascination
at its meaningless relentlessness,
who understand not its purpose
nor want to know all those details;
the lamp of ages twirls and twirls
around in an endless journey
of going nowhere in particular
except where it is... above the table
and just barely as it seems to be
ever so stationary... its actions
not associated with magnets or
electricity but perpetual motion
as soon as it left the ancient
kiln from when it emerged all
those thousands of years ago...
the lamp of ages guides our path
like a gyroscope... its inner
workings hidden from our view
but its movements are true and
accurate with the deviations it
allows... we are in harmony with
life and its movements forward.
9 November 2021
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