The circle is a spiral
That is to say,
When things feel like they repeat
Like a circle,
Like a cycle,
Like a wagon tied to a post,
Carving its tracks into the dirt
That is not reality.
The truth is,
The circle is a spiral.
Things repeat,
But you are not the same.
You are descending down,
Winding down a great mountain.
Deeper into experience,
Deeper into life,
Spiraling into understanding.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
The circle is a spiral
That is to say,
When things feel like they repeat
Like a circle,
Like a cycle,
Like a wagon tied to a post,
Carving its tracks into the dirt
That is not reality.
The truth is,
The circle is a spiral.
Things repeat,
But you are not the same.
You are descending down,
Winding down a great mountain.
Deeper into experience,
Deeper into life,
Spiraling into understanding.
The first poem I ever wrote