Whirling like a Wheel…

The internet today keeps going in and out–but since I already had this poem loaded into the dock of my blog, I was able to post it. It’s probably the only post I’ll be able to put up until the internet gets fixed…enjoy…

Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel
I saw myself as the source of existence
I was there in the beginning
And I was the Spirit of Love…

Now I am sober
There is only the hangover
And the memory of Love
And only the sorrow...

— Rumi