Circle

Perceived linear reality,
A mere example of our human condition.
Our experience,
But a sliver,
Of an entirety we fail to see.

But broaden,
The views,
Of your instinctual tunnel vision,
For all things are ever changing,
And will go back eventually.

The only capable witness,
A fragile fragment,
That curves and bends,
But pieced together one by one,
Forms a circle that refuses to mend.

The simple symmetry that symbolizes resilience,
And the cadence that echoes through life,
Is that all things hang in a balance,
With the other influential pieces of life.

So trust the journey,
Enjoy the ride,
And leave the dismay of death.

And trust the circle,
The connections,
The change,

And in your smallness you’ll find another breath.