Could Be Life, Could Be Laundry Day

In all things, there is a continuous ebb and flow

Dark is supplanted by light

Heavy loads counterbalance those more delicate

Agitations give way to still water

Whirlwinds are followed by a gentle tumble

Turbulent cycles give way to a gentle, rhythmic spin.

Fueled by invisible currents that supplant a relentless spin

Through hellish heat, a perpetual flow

Of natural forces induces a free-falling tumble

That, G-d willing, leads again to light,

Like a whale breaching the surface of the water

No longer choosing to be delicate.

For after all, what is the purpose of choosing something delicate?

Strong, unending momentum creates a more productive spin

What – beyond contemplation – is the point of still water?

There is progress only in perpetual flow

There is a promise of hope with light

While not denying the imminence of a tumble.

But one cannot spend energy on circumventing a tumble

There is no time to waste on being delicate

Instead, focus on the light,

Celebrate the luxury of the pulsing spin

Be mindful of the flow

And do not allow the perpetuation of murky water.

Invite a thorough cleansing, like in deep water

Where there can be no fear of an unplanned tumble,

Just the rhythmic, melodious, untamed flow,

Like a plan that is sometimes delicate,

Always waiting for its chance to spin

After which, all is fresh again and goodness rises toward the light.

And in that light,

From the depths of the water,

There is no more need to anticipate spin,

Or an unexpected tumble,

Just a delicate,

Deliberate flow.

Immersed in the flow of water,

There is a patience that arises with any delicate tumble.

Watch how the inner and outer light will spin.