Caught in an upward swirl, in a maelstrom, we are swept up and whisked away; the ground beneath us failing in its support. It flows away in rivers and eddies, the vortex out of sight.
Such turbulence reflects the state of our inner and outer being, reflects the age in which we live and reflects the direction of our individual and collective consciousness. As it lifts and carries us -- a soft landing is our hope.
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