So
Between the dead still of Night
Mystery of Living Light
In the breathing mirror of self
Illumination waits to awaken
Energy revolving like a flipped coin
Interstellar spatial awareness within
On one side all that one may know
On the other all that Is
Nothing to do
Only everything may be
So
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2020-10-01 at 22:44




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