Into the movement of these drops I am, for spinning in one place does not quite suit me very well.
It leads to headaches and misunderstanding.
Sifting through the patterns of circular movement provides deep reflection and understanding. Emotional garbage is set free if one ventures further in.
These circles lie in thoughts... hidden...
beautiful.
Hidden beauty...
found
if one persists.
July seems
to be
spinning forth...slipping and sliding...
perhaps a shove is needed.
No spinning wheels,
just July movement.
July Spins.
