~The waves come crashing in, unexpectedly, foaming at the mouth. Just when things felt calm, steady, stable, its torrents pull you and twist you around and around until you find yourself frantically searching for the way out or the way up. A place where there is light and air. But you’re trapped. It doesn’t frighten or threaten though. No means of escape but content in the snare. You understand the realm of possibility within such confines. You realize you don’t want out. Then, you see the glow. You reach towards the sky and find that you’re touching nothing, yet in a place feeling everything. The light is bright. Everything the light touches comes rushing in, transmitting signals that stimulate thought and action. Things remembered, things new. Somewhere between the beginning and the end. What at first seemed arbitrarily unexpected reveals itself in a patterned existence. The cycle, never ending and surprisingly, enlivening.~
The crash, the twist, the pull, the light, that glow, the remembered, the new. It is all a part of you and the 'cycle' of your existence.