This piece reflects on how our experiences shape our perception of the world. Each experience is filtered through our previous experiences and beliefs, creating a continuous cycle that reinforces our beliefs and identities. The metaphor of a whirlpool emphasizes the looping and cyclical nature of this process.

This prose is about how our unique life experiences shape who we are, but everyone perceives events and people through their own unique lens, meaning there are as many versions of ourselves as there are people who have interacted with us.

The author reflects on a moment of insight they had while observing a river in the mountains of Cyprus. They draw parallels between the flow of water over rocks and the patterns of the mind, and consider the role of beliefs and perceptions in shaping our experiences of the world. They reference the work of Gregory Bateson and the Santiago theory of cognition, which emphasize the inseparable connection between mind and life. They also mention the Ladder of Inference by Chris Argyris, which describes how beliefs can shape our perceptions and actions, and the power of reflective feedback loops. Finally, they quote C.G. Jung and a spiritual healer, who both suggest that the psyche and mind are integral parts of the natural world, subject to the same laws and processes as the universe itself.

This poem encourages the reader to be gentle with themselves and their life experiences, which are represented as a glass tapestry with fractured patterns. It also urges the reader to embrace the patterns of wholeness that are also present in their life, which are perfect in their own way.

This poem describes a dream as a fleeting moment of the imagination that can evoke various emotions. The dreamer is disconnected from time and reality, and experiences a pure state of thought. The dream takes the dreamer on a journey to an idyllic island of beauty only accessible to the dreamer's soul.

‘Life’, the poem, describes life as a fading memory that eventually blends into infinity, with no horizon and only the shapes of ancient castles in the clouds to hold the memories of life.