I live my life in a widening orbit,
it seems like the center is God.
The widening always includes what's before it,
yet hungrily grasps as stardust implores it -
I live my life in a widening orbit.
Tilted, uneven, the circle is flawed,
the center offset - I promptly ignore it.
I live my life in a widening orbit,
the uncentered Center still God.
Inspired by Rilke's Book of Hours:
I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not compete this last one
but I give myself to it.
I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I've been circling for thousands of years
and I still don't know:
am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?
