Cycles end, cycles begin.
As sure as the arc of the pendulum drops
It rises up again.
When it swings wildly to and fro
There will be a calm to follow,
The struggles we face today,
give us our strength for the morrow.
Yes, this I know.

For in life there is balance.
It cannot all be high
It cannot all be low.
This I know.

I share my lessons to gain
A higher perspective,
To process the message
And more to share the method
of what helped to move beyond the mundane
To see the light once again
through the rain, the pain.

Cycles end, cycles begin.
As sure as the arc of the pendulum drops
It rises up again.
When it swings wildly to and fro
There will be a calm to follow,
The struggles we face today,
give us our strength for the morrow.
Yes, this I know.

Namaste