When we drop the illusion of constancy
the structures that give our lives a sense of meaning
dependability
comforting familiarity
all that remains are cycles
Inhale, exhale.
Full moon, new moon.
Expansion, contraction.
High, low.
Light, darkness.
It’s all taking place Now. We see in cycles because we adhere to the concept of Time.
As we move through the night, stepping tenderly or with abandon past our familiarity, all we experience exists also in a higher octave
illuminated
to the one who remembers themselves
as Light
Grasping for the high from a low
brings suffering
Hold your breath too long on an inhale
and you suffocate
Peace comes as we embrace cycles
and harmonize our lives
to sweetly sing along
