I placed my Deep Pool of Thought over a Nest of Days so I might Reconsider Freedom.
Gee, that's a mouthful, isn't it?
From the side, Three cloths deep, but many more moments...
It became a Medicine
wheel Basket. In my mind. Not a shield but a deep pool of holding some sort of personal order. And acceptance. Of what might be but maybe never will be. And I can rest in that, the imagined. The form that arises if only for a moment. In perspective, how long does anything last anyway?