We are standing, walking or running, all in a merry go round.
Always returning to that place where everything started.
We may not remember, we may never forget,
we always come back, this life or in the next one.
We may not be the same that left upon our return,
we seem to be the same as always, but are never the same from before.
We may not recognise those around us,
we always end up finding them.
Again, and again, and again.
Those that left without returning, leave that burden to those that follow.
We may have to finish what others started, we may start what others will finish.
Wherever we happen to be, we are either opening or closing infinite circles.
Whatever will be, has been before, whatever is, has already been.
The circles are drawn and mark the invisible path.
Whether we see it or not, we are following that path.
We may follow the circle in a straight line.
We may follow the circle doing zigzags.
We may stop, walk or run.
Whatever we do, we will always come back.
Always, always, always.
We will continue running in circles,
until we have remembered, forgiven, healed, let go.
The circle then becomes a spiral,
and we ascend.
I believe so, and so it is/
Yo lo Creo
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