What's the point of drawing patterns
here in a doomed culture
on an endangered world
in the face of a righteously angry fate?
Draw the point into a line
like a smith making fine wire,
a saint illuminating the word
or an angel treading the path.
Throw the line in coils around you
like a silver or gold net
of protection, of spiral beauty,
mapping the life-flow,
swirling in the current
of the stream between the stars,
rotating onward as a tendril twists
without end in the rolling ring
of lives and lines and seasons.
Connect one bit with another:
let both line and void, dark and light-
lively, shifting, classic and ever new-
speak their parts, mark their borders,
spin always towards that centre point
where time and space intersect
at the here and now.
at forever and always.
Fig. 24: Spiral Roundel in Maze-pattern Bezel, by J. Romilly Allen, Celtic
Art in Pagan and Christian Times, London 1904