rhythm

we are fluid,

always moving, always doing,

never

quite

stopped.

 

but we are also repeated cycles

(we find constancy in the familiar rhythm of our movements)

 

we are specks on a wheel

that we didn’t know was turning

until we swing back to the same position that we were in

years ago.

stillness is at the spoke.

 

peace is at the centre.

i’m afraid i don’t know how to get there

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