Pause, gently lift the folds of time in tracing whorls. Begin somewhere farthest from the center, for then the journey inward holds meaning. Cultivate patience as you progress by the quarter inch.
Inhale sharply at each bend, let the paths diverge momentarily before merging again. Avoid the temptation to spiral outward, embrace instead the slow inward approach. When quietly circling the circumference, consider the nothingness at the end of the journey.
Listen, not to the heart, not to the wheel, but beneath the spiral's song lies a call unanswered. Leap twice on moonlit evenings to unlock a truth obscured by light's graceful dance.