Circles

When I was little I learned about a lot of things in school.

I learned about shapes. Like triangles and circles.

I learned about numbers from 1 to 10, then together and over again.

I learned about the Earth and the sun and the moon.

I learned about plants and animals and how they reproduce.

I learned about the weather and the seasons.

I learned about stars and planets and how they move.

I learned about the sun and how the earth moves around it.

I learned about orbits, and about living cells in our own bodies.

That I am each cell in my body and each cell is me and I am also me.

I learned about history.

I learned about pi. 

3 and bit.

I learned that every circle is pi.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, I learned other things. Things that have been known sense a time when much was lost. A time before walls, before towns, before buildings of wood or stone.

I learned that we are a circle within a circle.

That we never end, we just go around again.

The Earth, The Air, The Fire, The Water.

Return, Return, Return, Return.

I learned that I am one and I am many.

I learned that the universe is a dance that never ends.

I learned that movement makes energy from matter.

I learned that I am only a part of the whole and I am the whole. 

I learned that I am 1, I am 2, I am 3, I am 4, I am 5, I am 6, I am 7, I am 8, I am 9, I am 10,I am 12 and I am 13.

I am also 0.

Then, from people who thought I should be astounded,
I learned that Everything is pi...

I said, I know.

We are a circle within a circle.

Took the world of the once born a long time to catch up to that point.

And they have hardly even scratched the surface.