Swirling leaves of autumn,
death that follows birth,
Natraj’s ring of fire,
the spinning of our Earth;
frigid deep December gales,
the flowers of early June,
our seasonal trip around the sun,
the phases of the moon:
lives wrapped in cyclic ritual,
counting off our days,
trying to find meaning
in our karmic haze.
Given the shape of circles,
this conclusion’s not profound:
when you cut away the dogma,
what goes ‘round comes around.
death that follows birth,
Natraj’s ring of fire,
the spinning of our Earth;
frigid deep December gales,
the flowers of early June,
our seasonal trip around the sun,
the phases of the moon:
lives wrapped in cyclic ritual,
counting off our days,
trying to find meaning
in our karmic haze.
Given the shape of circles,
this conclusion’s not profound:
when you cut away the dogma,
what goes ‘round comes around.
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