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Vortex
When watching a whirlpool one
Doesn’t want to get too close for
Fear of becoming part of the swirl,
The twirling, spinning energy that
Never seems to end, yet that is
Precisely where he found himself,
This self-realized yogi travelling
The mystic pathways without a
Guru, no maps or navigational
Expertise, like an adolescent in
A first love affair he was topsy
Turvy trapped in her vortex, the
Woman wondering how to get
From here to there, stuck herself
In a vortex of another, like cats
Chasing tails round and round,
He wondered if she could see
The same picture, who might be
Chasing his tail, the gods must
Be smiling at such a sight, he
Knew it would all work out as
Things always do and in the
Now just enjoyed the vortex.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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