When one thinks about cycles what things come to mind?
Life is full of examples. Infinite they are.
So ingrained in the psyche, the symbol is seen
In everything observed. All is one great machine.
We’re the consciousness that can perceive its own star.
Cyclic is the way the universe is designed.
We, conceived of the heavens, conceive in return
The apparent perfection of all creation.
The grand clock of the cosmos keeps eternity
As its parts keep time only, yet naturally,
We’re enthralled by this thing that may forever run
And delight in all that we may never discern.
The seasons are the numbers upon the round face
Of the analog drama of which we’re a part.
The magnificent contrast gives us assurance
That fulfillment of wanting is the circumstance
That is dominant. This is how all thought should start.
Integral are the cycles that generate grace.
To Be or To Be not is the challenge taken.
Every speck of existence gathers momentum
That the cosmos responds to. Each then can receive
Through belief in The Cycle. They all interweave.
We have internal knowing of what is to come
Because we cycle through it again and again.
