Along the dirt path,
past golden grasses nodding in the breeze and
stubby juniper trees studded with pale blue-green aromatic berries,
through narrows
the water rushes,
falling over steeps in smooth sheets.
Around bends it tumbles,
creating backflows that spin into eddies.
We are whirlpools in the stream of the universe,
eddies consisting of eddies that consist of eddies.
Our hearts spin our blood through arteries,
back through veins, then through arteries again.
Molecular processes swirl within our organs.
Memories arise, subside and swirl into sleep
then spin back into consciousness
fresh contexts
new meanings.
Thoughts swirl in circles,
sometimes obsessing us with frustration,
sometimes spinning us with delight,
affording us the opportunity to mindfully contemplate
the ways they spin.
We are whirlpools in the stream of the universe,
eddies consisting of eddies that consist of eddies.
Spinning now,
spinning here,
someday to be swept away into whirlpools
downstream from our bodies and egos.
We are all eddies in the current of life.
