The ancients believed that if you could trace a circle around a square, you are tracing the beginning of the universe.  The point is the essence of the big bang, the soul’s birth, that point where the Divine spoke the Word.  A line is that movement of being, where the Divine sees itself and speaks “I am that I am” and it reverberates back from the nothingness to exist.

The shape is then an enclosure of space, time, matter and poof!  There is the earth, a four-square base for a pyramid of dimensions. 

I was never good at geometry, and am fascinated by shapes.  But the world and life seems to be filled with anything and everything BUT clear shapes.  The line from my birth to here and now is so curved, so foggy and filled with dotted lines at best.  My heart is not a clear shape.  The loves I have and had do not follow any straight line.  The shapes I have enclosed are but stories.

But I am familiar with the starting point.  It is the center of all circles, the start of all squares, the tips of the stars.  It is that deep breath that pulls in love, sends out love, stands in love.  I claim today that I am IN LOVE.  In the stillness that I find between the hysterical noise of life, I embrace the grace of Her gaze and the truth of Her soft whisper in my ear tingling my neck.  I follow Her breath.