The Book of Life
A thought for the day

Pathways for uncertain travellers on the road to Now
Nine   Air

On the rim of the wheel of life
we experience and suffer
the continual up and down,
round and round
Exalted and raised from
rut, dust and mud,
we know we must inevitably fall again.
The centre of the wheel
neither rises nor falls,
the eye at the centre of the cyclone.
Here we can see the continual round,
but are not a part of it.
Our path to the centre
from the rim is along the spokes,
that which holds the two apart
and yet unifies.