The Center
Aeternum Fluvium in Motu: Reflection 20
Forces in motion, in bloom. I stand in the eclipse of life, where shadow meets light, and for the first time I understand. The center cannot hold, no matter how tightly I cling.
Time resists the hand that tries to still it. The pendulum must swing, an ancient metronome working the pulse of eternity, back and forth and back again, forever.
The cycle will persist, whether I rise with it, or fall beneath it. Its rhythm does not pause for my grief, nor quicken for my joy. It moves with the indifference of the tide, with the certainty of the seasons shedding their skins
Yet within that restless turning, I find a strange clarity: to know where I stand in its path, in its current, to feel the sweep of its arc pass through me.
I am not the center, but I am within it, a moment caught between the sway of things, held briefly before being carried on again.