around it goes

Our lives spin, they throw out spokes like sparks in a Catherine Wheel. The spokes connect with this and that. A relationship, a grudge, a cherished thought. This and that become our story, a picture of how we see ourselves. And our story turns till it catches itself then turns again. Again again our life, dizzying as the Waltzers in a Summer Fair.
As the whole of life turns, is in orbit. We all orbit around something. God is gravity. Something smaller is attracted and circles around something more significant, with greater mass. Be it a proton around a nucleus, or a satellite around a planet. A thought around an idea, me around you. From this cells divide, the heavens collide and we slide out of the primordial sludge towards a digital presence.
We have motion. We are all in this constant circling ballet. We cut a groove. We cut a deep groove invisible, inviolate and intangible but indelibly there. Indelibly here. And Here we are, again and again and again. At the heart of our life while the universe carousels around us.


Our lives spin, they throw out spokes ...