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The Cycle

Ever Changing Momentum

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.

The Circle

The Symbol Eternal

The word religion means linking back to the One
Who contains all existence. Symbolically,
The circle represents no beginning or end.
Coming all from one source, each of us may transcend
Individual egos and agree to be
Loving to one another while having some fun.

In designs the world over the magic is seen,
Whether in architecture, ancient and modern,
Or the dome shaped temple structures of India,
Or the bronze shields recovered from ancient China,
The symbol is pervasive. To it we return
Constantly in experience. What can this mean?

The Alpha and Omega is what God is called.
The most powerful religious symbol, therefore,
Means also self-analysis. In the night sky
Myriad cyclic patters are what we live by.
My own soul is a circle that I may explore
And in doing so be delightfully enthralled.

All the day, year, and moon cycles are to be known
As the ones fundamental throughout humankind.
Leaving home to do whatever, then coming back
Is a kind of a rebirth where one can keep track
Of ongoing momentum. How we are designed
Is such that we’re not meant to be left on our own.

The Cycle

The Infinity Of Providence

There are cycles unending wherein I am one
With all others on this earth and all that exists.
How do I lead my consciousness of time and space
To evoke the momentum of God’s loving grace?
Within all life’s occurrences motion persists
Only in one direction and never is done.

Contemplating on cycles, I feel out the parts
That each one is made up of. Must there be contrast
So that goodness can be seen amid the chaos?
Can I manage somehow to stop thinking of loss
Long enough to allow good momentum to last?
Since each has no beginning, can there be false starts?

There are steps to creation. The yearning I feel
Causes asking, which causes motion, then forces
Of the universe amplify what has been made.
Only through my impatience is goodness delayed.
Maintaining the alignment with who my source is
Is the grease for the axle that quiets the wheel.

Maintenance of continuance rightly includes
Times of darkness. To get through them, and then to grow…
It’s a life I’m well suited for. Which path I choose
At any given moment is either the blues
Or the way of fulfillment. What more need I know?
I’m aware of the wonder each cycle exudes.