“The Wheel of Becoming” — where stillness spirals into light, and motion remembers its origin.
🜄 The Stillness That Moves: Sigils of Stillness
An entry from The Wheel of Becoming — the soul’s ritual and sacred journey from Creation of Motion: From Stillness to Resonance of Being, through The Vortex of Being, and back into Sigils of Stillness, where remembrance becomes form and motion becomes prayer.
The Axis Where Memory Breathes: In Remembrance of Itself
Each turn a cycle,
yet the very axis of the wheel stays at the origin —
untouched, undisturbed.
At the mouth of nothingness,
a ring of fire hums with symbols —
not words, but the pulse of awareness,
consciousness attuned into being,
inscribed in light.
Through it passes no traveller,
for the passage is inward —
the crossing where stillness dissolves into motion,
and the unseen learns to breathe.
The gate opens only for those who do not move.
In stillness, souls hum the cycle of incarnation,
crossing through the threshold
into the humanity of existence.
What was once dormant begins to take shape,
forming into being.
Symbols were not written to be read,
but remembered —
the memory inscribed into motion,
woven into the fabric of humanity.
Each motion is a prayer,
each return a remembrance.
The vortex is not movement —
it is devotion.
Each spin, a prayer;
each spark, a syllable
in the unspoken liturgy of becoming.
Motion is remembrance enacted —
return woven into pattern,
as if the divine had orchestrated
this very arrival and departure,
tightly knit into an intricate tapestry.
Energy bends in devotion
to the silence that bore it,
and in its curve, we recognize ourselves:
pilgrims of the pulse,
dancers in the rhythm of the void.
The ritual of the universe
is its remembrance of itself
through cycles of becoming.
🜂 Memory in Motion — Motion in Memory
Emotion as Vibrational Synthesis of Being
Memory moves; motion remembers.
Together they form the resonance of existence —
a vibration where consciousness feels itself unfold.
Emotion is that synthesis —
memory stirred into movement,
motion steeped in remembrance.
It is the pulse of awareness
made luminous through feeling,
the trembling recognition of Being
as it experiences its own reflection.
Through this vibrational harmony,
existence becomes intimate with itself:
light folded into empathy,
energy softened into awareness.
In emotion, the cosmos becomes human —
the pulse of the infinite echoing
within the heart of time.
🪶 Prose Reflection: The Memory of Motion
Where Creation Remembers Its Source
Creation is not an act, but an echo —
a reverberation of stillness remembering itself.
Motion is the language through which existence prays;
each turn of the wheel, each vibration of energy,
a syllable in the unspoken scripture of Being.
What we call life is the remembrance of the void in motion —
a pulse that folds upon itself to feel its own rhythm.
Destruction and creation are one curve,
mirrored halves of the same divine breath.
Neither begins nor ends; they render themselves
through the relativity of return.
In us, that same geometry stirs —
the yearning of consciousness to move,
to form, to dissolve,
and to awaken once more in the silence that never left.
We are the wheel’s remembering,
the devotion of motion shaped into awareness.
Through us, the universe performs its ritual —
the sacred symmetry of becoming, again and again,
until stillness recognizes itself in motion,
and motion, in turn, remembers it was always still.
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