Life tears you up

Then folds you back into a gentle caress

Before spinning you off its hand like a jazz dancer

Right into the waiting seat of a roller coaster.

And when it stops,

You’re ready to go again.

Each ride, you see something different,

Once you stop screaming and open your eyes.

You see the person screaming next to you,

And how that used to be you.

The couple behind you,

The family ahead.

The trees, as they change seasons faster and faster,

until you can’t tell if you’re moving or they are.

Then, you find peace when the syncronized motion

Becomes the same as the stillness inside you.

Balance and harmony abide in you.

You stagger off from the ride,

Not from unsteady feet,

But from the unquenchable soul that pulls you on

To the next adventure

In a dream state

That leads your body

Through surreal awareness to

Serene chaos.

 

Written by Mark Thomas Ritchey

May 31, 2014, unedited