I remain
below the horizon
Often, checking my back trail
There used to be amazement
that arose from this hindsight
Astonished at how straight
my path has been...
through the Coil of Life

Life...
a coiled, spiraling spring
and I...
the shock absorber
that passes through its' center

Odd metaphor, perhaps
but it works for me

and now...
as always...
as I pause to observe
the journey hind and fore...
it is in this stillness that
the greatest movement is perceived

Ah, the Stillness !
It is my secret place
My very essence

From the stillness...
I am able to perceive
the completion of my
fifty first solar orbit
and know that the
sun revolves around me

From the stillness...
I am able to examine my work
Oh, How I have toiled !
How deeply I have pondered...
forever attempting to manufacture
leggings that would properly fit
over the snakes' enormous calves

I know that I will continue this
tiresomely endless action
that holds such wonder
and is all too brief

Deeds that need not and must be done

and so...
From the stillness...
there is movement

I travel the length
of the straight path,
knowing that a line
extended to its farthest point
is the Alpha and Omega
of a circle

By true definition
there is no other way
for one to walk
through "Galilee"

and so...
From the stillness...
there is a great Doing,
along the straight path,
below the horizon

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