Circling Around

 

Before there was light, before sound, or thought - there was stillness.

From that stillness, a pulse emerged. 

Not a line, not an angle, but a curve folding back into itself: 

the first motion, the first echo of existence: 

it was a perfect circle. 

This pulse did not end there, it started. Everything that we experience now, emerged from that circle. But it wasn’t even a circle, a sphere, the center, or the core- its shape and embodiment surpassed through all different dimensions to give rise to what is:. an infinite expression that contains all that is, all there was and all that will ever be.

This magnificent force and geometry is that of the building block of existence. 

It is what it is, unable to be named or defined: 

yet it is felt and understood with every part of our being. 

As it started to duplicate, it began to give rise to physical matter and creation. 

With the smallest thing we can observe:
an atom.

Break it down -
protons, neutrons, electrons.

Break it down again -
patterns,
circles made of smaller circles.

The more you zoom in, the more you find endless fractals.
Circles within circles,
with no true beginning
and no true end.

Atoms gather and become cells.

Each cell wrapped in a circular membrane,
living through cycles of birth, function, and death.

Cells then form the body and its many cycles and systems. 

The circulatory system -
blood moving outward from the heart
and always returning.

The respiratory system -
breathing in and breathing out.

The nervous system - 

electric signals travelling back and forth. 

The digestive system: 

taking in food then letting it out. 

The lymphatic system - 

fluids circulating to remove waste and restore balance.

Our breaths,
our heartbeats,
our thoughts,
our emotions- 

they rise, peak, fall,
and return again. 

The planet beneath us,
spinning in a circle,
moving through seasons that repeat.

Earth orbiting the sun,
the moon circling the Earth,
everything moving in rounds. 

Life begins with a sperm and an egg -
two circles.

We form inside the womb -
a circle.

We die and return to the earth -
completing the circle.

What lives must die,
what dies must transform,

nothing is ever truly lost, 

and nothing was ever truly born.
It only changes form,
moving once more back to

the circle.

But the deepest and most important circle is not out there in the cosmos. 

It is inside. 

Close your eyes and breathe.

 Notice how your attention always returns to the same place:

 the center, the core. 

The part of you that watches thought come and go, watches the world change, yet remains unchanged. 

This is the inner circle - 

the self behind the self which contains what’s beyond and within the self. 

It is the unmovable, unbothered, unchangeable point in which everything around it spins. 

It is the ‘I am’ of the human experience that connects us to experiencing God.

This is not a concept to be grasped or understood intellectually or logically, it is a presence to be felt. The paradox of this circle is that first we must perceive it as separate, before realizing that it is what unites us. The circle does not give any answers by questioning it, it only responds back in the stillness of silent moments that reveal the cord that connects it all.

It invites us to understand by not knowing, by asking only for only our awareness of the life we are presented with. 

Just look in, 

and then look around.