The Circle

I’m here again

At this place I’ve been before

Wondering how, wondering why

In buddhism they call this samsara

To slowly walk in a circle and not know it

Ending back where you started to cycle through the pain again

My life is like this

I realize the beginning, and head off in a new direction

New hope, new meaning...but then I circle

Old habits, set emotions, turning slightly every time

Every new beginning so bold, so brave

Always turning, sometimes big, sometimes small

Coming back to the beginning

They say it is because the space is so big, so open

You can’t see the horizon, so you turn, not knowing

Nothing to set your eyes on, no fixed point

Turning, turning, back at the beginning

Anger

Frustration

Suffering

Start again, try a little harder, a little different

No horizon, no point...turn

Always forward, never straight, turn

Angry, lost, turn

Beginning...crazy!

Cry, rage, confused, weak, accusing, hurt

Breathe, look in, let go

Forgive, believe

Close my eyes, find a fixed point

Trust myself

Walk

Straight