I am a sieve

I am a sieve in the flow:
the shape and pattern of my holes
creates the turbulence that is my gift to this world.

The flow is endless:
there is no need to create,
creation is already infinitely here;
there is only opening to the flow that exists,
and shaping the turbulence that results.

I am a channel:
the qualities of the holes I make in myself
shapes the beauty of my turbulence;
the particular weave of ripple.

The flow is me:
sometimes I pause a while mid-flow
and shape a part of me as a sieve;
a pattern in me makes more patterns:
what joy.

This entry was posted in bramble tangle collection. Bookmark the permalink.

Comments are closed.