The cycle is spiral * 9/7/12

We are at the mountaintop

of our current being state,

ever so irrevocably evolving.

We are at the noun of our peaks

becoming verbs of transformation.

We see for and from ourselves,

as peaks become peeks,

sea level becomes see level,

a resolution.

And so we humbly beg

for provisions of passage

and thus a compassion of sky

returns in full surround

and from a rainfull of tears

the outing more vastly begins.

Inconspicuous, but boldly,

each grain of ourselves

seen as so elevated

and concretely confirmed as such,

must journey back

to that ocean of oneness.

Thus our principled self

of a mountain,

standing fixedly tall,

must find its shared soul of liquidity.

And by a myriad of life transitions,

knowing that oneness is always

and only in quantum e-motion,

we become the broken down

to become the trickledown.

We are escorted and guided

by the fluid down.

Down from that principled mountain

we journey.

From rain-tears in assistance

into watercourse means,

we, each of our own surrender,

break free to ascend by descending.

We partake of the living paradox

as a drawnness of means.

From seepage

in the carriage of drop upon drop,

viscously gathered

then on to a gravity ooze

as our deepest calling,

we thus move,

from drop to dribble

then on to a trickle

as into a stream.

Wither including waterfalls

or slow riding creeks

or underground water passage,

we, are taken up

and there by,

grain by grain, broken down,

seeking see level’s

oneness mystique.

Gravity, symbolically,

is a morality of means.

For however large we are

as a hunk of a mountain to start,

the goal is

to relinquish substance as means

and consciousness bleed

back into essence,

both too small and too large

to be any more of substance

and sensory needs.

From mountain top

to beach as sand,

is to be up for the task.

To absolve is to dissolve

as into solution, oneness again.

This being then,

becoming of bodhisattva means.

For from the ocean of oneness

comes evaporative ways

back into the sky

of further other soul assistance.

This then is a compassion of means.

We become again,

as a rain-fill to others,

also on their way home.

Full cycle it seems

is for us,

our planet of dreams.

From monolith to liquidity

and by all other means

the cycle is spiral,

from up as mountain,

to down as grains,

to up as evaporative means,

all in order

for the oneness

to embrace of itself

as the cycle is spiral

becoming complete.