Ever-changing in its length and in its gate
Stasis, an inconceivable notion to its state
A pinpoint, silently it turns, spiraling awake
At times exulting in its glory
At times dwindling away
Traveling life-spark, wisdom gathered
as it breathes in and out,
No stagnancy in its metamorphoses
as life takes chunks of it out,
Love the only balm
pinching together its open seams,
Before the cycle begins anew
Life, a never ending dream
