The Circular Horizon.

By Paul Fletcher (Feb /2018)

 

On any given day in any century, culture or nation

You can see us beside a hilltop, next to an ocean, behind a tree or floating over a mountain.

We meet in the same place, but do not meet each other.

Each of us walks our own circular path, circling the same place day after day, night after night.

On special occasions, we happily let one of us eclipse the other;

each knowing we will have our days in the sun,

our nights bathed in moonlight.

 

After so many days and nights,

our unspoken words still seem uniquely beautiful and expressive each day;

vivid colours and subtle blends of glowing crystalline light and energy

radiates and permeates, enables the transport of water, the abundant growth of roots, leaves, flowers and fruits.

 

Yet the distance between us is always the same.

Night after night and day after day we walk our same paths,

arising and falling from the same dividing line that separates and unites,

demarcates and defines,

greets the earth with the sky.

A common thread, a singular inspiration across time and place, peoples and states.

Sinking, setting, rising,

the horizon is that which we return to and arise from,

our known limits and unknown expansive potentials.

Consideration and generosity of attention,

like circular ripples in a pond,

expand our horizon in every direction.