#11 Cycles of Life

Round and round we go,

From this life to the next,

From this breath to our death.

Let it all come and go freely.

We are defined by none.

Moving through cycles of Life, 

Death and Rebirth.

In the beginning, SHE.

Chronos, The Fates, Kali…

The tides of the moon, 

A woman’s menstrual cycle,

The seasons,

Loss. Gain.

Light. Dark.

The swinging paradox.

We must have both sides of the coin to exist. 

Truth lies in the paradoxes.

Up we will go and down we will fall.

It is inevitably happening to each one of us,

And will continue to move us through.

How hard will you grasp onto the morning or night?

Do you recognize the light and shadow that falls over each day?

Time is an illusion,

Here to teach us,

The beauty of an empty, open hand.

She blesses with the turning,

Not a moment of waste.

All life must die.

All death will be birthed again.

Sit still and watch her hands float in grace-filled dancing,

As she rips from your fists illusions of mine or need.

She frees you to be here now,

To dream a new,

To release all that comes to you,

Without fear,

Knowing she is teaching you,

The deepest truths.

You own nothing.

You are defined by love and love alone.

You will touch many people,

But you will own none.

You will see incredible sights,

And hear lilting melodies,

But you will hold on to not a one of them.

You will play here and there,

As her and him,

And will return to Oneness,

To start again.

She moves you through abundance and destruction.

You may wonder if she cares,

Or if she is cruel,

But there is nothing but love,

Behind every turning,

Above every mistake,

Around every flaw.