Familiarity

"Familiarity breeds contempt"

is a common adage.

This occurs

not due to repetition

nor predictability

nor lack of novelty

but because one oft forgets

the motive that begot it

the purpose that drove it

the connection to the heart

that ignited the spark

that first turned the wheel

whose cycles one then

comes to loathe.

For one equivocates the cycle

with the subtle counterparts it comes from.

For one sees then only the creation

and forgets how and why it came to be,

the creator.

It matters not whether or not

the cycles are well-kempt.

What matters is their true connection to oneself

is clearly seen and felt.

When that occurs, correctness flows.