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Coffee Corner: Circle


Wed 16 Jul 2025 | 04:08 AM
Rana Atef

Circle. A fantastic but enigmatic word. It is more than the round-and-round shape you see in front of your eyes. It is a symbol for a lot of good as well as a lot of bad. 

Inspiration of the Spirit grounded symbolism of the circle in ancient and Native American cultures. Circle is the sun. Circle is the moon. Circle is the seasons. Circle is four directions. Circle is healing. Circle is life. 

Is it truly a circle? Or just a cycle? Kicks off with birth...ends with a rebirth in the afterlife. 

Black Elk said, "Everything. The power of the world does done in circles." 

"The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood. and it is in everything where power moves."

Even in psychology, we see circles in many aspects of our lives like wheels and rings. Motion.

It can refer to (Community - Unity- Growth- Inclusivity - Wholeness- Connection- Infinity).

Even in religions, prayers could be done in circles. A Full circle as Loreena Mckennitt described the Sufi prayers in the mosque, after the dawn, in Ramadan, in Morocco. 

Now, there is a circulating question in the head? Life is a Circle? Do we live in Circle? ARE WE TRAPPED IN A CIRCLE?

These thoughts could be somehow dark. But, it depends on you.

You may feel that you are trapped inside your life. You may trap yourself under hundreds of nevers.

Circle is a shape. It is a line. You can break it. 

Now, look around! Look AROUND... LooK ArOuNd..OOOOOOOOO.. How many circles DO YOU SEE? Focus... Circles are not bad.. But YOURS IS.. If you are trapping yourself. Turn the OO.. the circles of OOOOO to open vision. 

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Coffee Corner is an open space. A window. A soft place. It’s for you. Those whose minds won’t quiet down, whose thoughts are loud, growing louder. These pieces are not answers, they are mirrors.

They are breath. They are the still voice in the room when the world won’t stop spinning. I write these words not from a pedestal, but from the same place you are.

Awake, wondering, remembering. If you’re here, then these thoughts are for you.