by Ethel Mortenson Davis
to: Standing Feather
When we become
the most fragmented,
the most broken,
or so we think,
we step
onto the track,
the furrow
that is the circle
of the universe.
It is a river
that pulls us along,
connecting us
to something greater
than ourselves,
to the great spiral,
to the circle dance of the honey bee.
fourwindowspress 
Sweet nectar! 🙂
That is cool! Love Ethel
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Exquisitely uplifting poem, Ethel. We must widen our perspectives by stepping into that universal river….that great spiral…. the circle dance of the honey bee. I love this!
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