The wheels of life [FYI2023]

I once was a circle that contained everything.
I couldn't learn anything about me as everything was inside me.
I had to make two of me, to see me.
One day after many back and forth, we found our axis.
We spun in every direction all at once, until we stood up and started rolling.

The End

a reply to: Terpene

When you gonna make a baby?

a reply to: chris_stibrany

Yesterday, always yesterday, and if I'm bussy yesterday, then Monday.

a reply to: Terpene

I thought that was called the Wheel of Dharmachakra. Not making fun. Like the Eastern symbolism. Is this your personal Dhammacakkappavattana Sutta?

Good job.

a reply to: Degradation33

One wheel doesn't roll far, and never makes a cart...

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There is beauty in simplicity.

a reply to: v1rtu0s0

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, thanks for the look...

a reply to: Terpene

Your prose has a decidedly sad or melancholy feel to it. I liked it.

a reply to: argentus

I find it interesting, how text can evoke such different state of minds. I'm suspecting that the absence of other signals, like tone and facial expression, leaves a lot to the reader's projection.


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