The world is a wheel always turning.

Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.

It is the peculiar nature of the world to go on spinning no matter what sort of heartbreak is happening.

Nothing in this world lasts
But an eternal change.

Till again shall the change come, and words your lips say not Your hearts make all plain in the best wise they would And the world ye thought waning is glorious and good...

Everything goes, everything comes back; eternally rolls the wheel of being. Everything dies, everything blossoms again; eternally runs the year of being. Everything breaks, everything is joined anew; eternally the same House of Being is built. Everything parts, everything greets every other thing again; eternally the ring of being remains faithful to itself. In every Now, being begins; round every Here rolls the sphere There. The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity.

Who’s to say what’s impossible?
Well they forgot this world keeps spinning.
And with each new day,
I can feel a change in everything. And as the surface breaks, reflections fade.
But in some ways they remain the same.
And as my mind begins to spread it’s wings
There’s no stopping curiosity.

The world rolls under the long thrust of his heel.
Over the cage floor the horizons come.

How the earth sings as it spins!/Sings the lightness of its flight,/its freedom, its grace, its joy.

A sea of forces flowing and rushing together, eternally changing.

The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.

The partners were there; gravity was calling the changes, and the cosmic dance was ready to begin.

The world rolls round for ever like a mill;
It grinds out death and life and good and ill;
It has no purpose, heart or mind or will.

Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal.