Everything’s a cycle,

Up, down, left, right,
back and forth.
Like the tides and

the pull of the moon,
our lives move in
rhythms whether we

see them or not.
We feel it when we’re up
We languish when we’re down
Acting and resting
Acting and resting
Each state longing for the other
Pushpullpush yet
When we seefeellearn that
Life moves in cycles,
morally neutral and
always adjusting,

we become easy and

life easier.
No one gets madsad when
the tree drops its leaves,

so why do we try to

make ourselves constantly bloom?