Celtic knots, for me are little labyrinths.
I trace my finger around and around the curls
and end up where I began.
And then I do it again.
I trace, with my eyes, around and around the curled ribbon
and end up where I began.
Each time, a little more slowly.
And each time my mind follows the knots.
And my mental knots loosen and unfurl
and a calm peace descends.
