Circle

Finding comfort in the repetitions;
Round and round, familiar.
Blind to the pattern,
Numbing desperation.

 

Round and round
And round and round;
From birth to death,
Following the leader
That followed a leader
That forgot where the leader
He was following went.

 

Then suddenly a change;
Terror, uncertainty, risk.
The anxiety will kill you,
But you feel alive.
You've become irrevocably
Aware of how dead you
Were just a moment ago.

 

And there's no forgetting this;
Try as you will to return to
The comfortable slow circle.

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allets's picture

Rituals

as teaching tools that fail in the harsh forces surrounding reality. - ah to return to the circle :D slc