Vesica Piscis Poem by Chris Campbell

The smallest stone falls – –
Into the silent river,
Into the Sacred River.
And so the ripple begins.

A dragonfly, wings aflame,
A flute aloft, a flutter,
A seraphim, a whirlwind
That bends the reverent Reeds.

Where the circles commingle,
Grassy ring, water ripple,
Two creates One, Earth Spirit
Flesh – Vesica Piscis.

Poet Fish bubbling babbling
Overflowing water words
Tongue struggling tail thrashing
Inhale! – his invocation:

O River Voices resound
From Stone and Bubble and Wing!
Our – smallest – action
- Changes – every thing.