Concentric Illusions
We arrive as a bubble in an elegant prism
The spark of creation glows in each human heart
Myriad shapes of sound and vibration appear, ever shifting
As through light and through shadow we spin with the breath of the Universe
A kaleidoscope of color - A mirage of the mind
A cacophony of voices express pain, or delight
A tapestry of infinite design reflects in the heavens
Constantly woven and altered by each dance of choice
Apart and as one we swirl through Time
…The keeper of our concentric illusions