The Ringmaster's Circle - a poem by Uttik

ammasriram By ammasriram, 16th Dec 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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There is charm in the eternal cycle of birth and death, when we place ourselves in the capable hands of a master. The surrender enables progress in terms of evolution from student to master.

The Ringmaster's Circle

The priest extended out rather from east to west,
Yet more agile than a mountain goat in test,
The swallow labored to learn her flighted acrobatics,
Many a time she guessed wrong on the wind’s frolics,
Suffered the derisive glances of a soaring eagle,
Yet, kept at it, steady as the nose of a beagle.

The skies broke one day, with booming claps and rain,
Swallow rose high, as her wings and mind ignored pain,
A dark shadow came in from nowhere, intent on a strike,
But this babe, no milquetoast, held her courage on a hike,
The soarer’s ploys of dart and swoop were all in vain,
As the babe’s confidence and diligence stood her in gain.

The priest willed and waved his wand,
The babe turned into the soarer, and
The soarer gracefully exited her momentous role,
Merging and vanishing into the master’s pole,
The boom and rain ceased,
Leaving the roof blossomy-blue and pleased,
A ray of light descended into a clod of earth,
As the master signaled for a new babe to take birth.


Cycle Of Life, Mystic Poem, Mysticism, Spirituality

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