The Source

The four seasons elapse,

collapse and accumulate.

Sentiments become souvenirs 

that are kept in reserve,

categorized and fused together.

The earth spins,

hurtling through space–

The same rotational path

all souls must travel

while moving closer

to the source. 

[Original writing and art by J. E. Lattimer]

© 2012, 2013 J. E. Lattimer all rights reserved