Tag: cycle

love will keep the cycle spinning

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The day where I slow down
becomes the day when
my anxiety builds, and grows,
consumes my body,
stands in the spotlight
it presumes to have lost
for too long.

But I know it well,
its patterns consistent,
I anticipated this would happen
and I have tools, strategies,
to help shift the spotlight away
and reclaim my power.

Breathe.
Move.
Talk.
Breathe again.

Shower my anxiety with the love
it expects not,
showering my body with love
alongside,
love will keep the cycle spinning;
this will not last forever.

the pain of release

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The cycle begins again.
The pain, the blood, manifests
throughout and outside my body.
I will watch my body swell with pulsing blood
and inflamed tissues.
I will hear her cry out in pain
as she sheds what no longer serves her.
I will feel her energy deplete
as she asks for stillness, for rest, for love.

I will hold her, nurture her, and love her
through the pain of release
as many times as she needs.

magic to witness in patience

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Flowers cannot bloom all at the same time.
Even on the same plant
with multiple buds,
some bloom while others shrivel.
Each grows through its own ebbs and flows,
ever changing.

To draw inferences on a flower’s capabilities
based on one moment of observation
creates extreme expectations and judgements.
To observe over days, weeks, seasons,
creates a grounded reality, an understanding.

One method quick and easy,
the other long and patient.

We can find the beautiful magic to witness
in patience
if we choose.

needles and cones

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The spruce tree
stands tall, stands proud
for all it has lived through.
Heat, cold, summers, winters many,
build and strengthen its trunk.

An ongoing cycle of renewal
adorns the grass and ground beneath.
Discarded needles and cones
cover the last remaining blades of grass.
The tree knows
how to let go of what no longer serves,
making space for new,
for the future,
letting go of the past.

I rake and collect the castaways.
I see no point in tallies or counts
for the total would near infinity.

I have needles and cones
to castaway too,
if only I could be as free
as the tree
in doing so.

natural duality

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The moon rests at the peak of its cycle
full, and bright,
shining radiant white light
down upon the world.
Contrasting against the enveloping jet black night
it calls forward shapes, animals,
out from the dark and into my view.
I hardly need my headlights
as I travel down the highway.

I marvel at this natural duality
of light and dark,
at the dualities surrounding me.
I can see the light, I can see the dark,
vast they are, in all they invite to live
within them.
Welcoming and accepting they must be,
for I see dark in light, and light in dark.
Perspective matters.

Choice also matters.
When I can see the light and the dark
and their inter-connectedness,
choice matters
and the choice is mine.