©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson
photo by Francesca Woodman
Sometimes, life’s colors spin away and set us spinning, too.
The air about us thickens, and we lose our point of view.
Each breath a gasp, we cling to light, unwont to disappear;
but still we feel our edges fading, blurred by swirling fear.
We call for help in urgent tones, but none can penetrate.
We spin. We spin. Inertia has become an active state.
When balance fails, we land once more in stark reality.
The truth awaits us all. Be still, and grow. Let go. Walk free.
“Be still, and know that I am God.”