Gliding in all winds- Arms outstretched- To see glory all at once- Frustrated you can’t contain it- It was enchanting, and waiting- So you may ride the sacred raft- To the stream that lays in all things- Forever its full of empty Forever its circulating- On the legs of a runner- On a wheel of a car- In the words of a song- Its fire that rose- To never be explained- Just felt- Human experience is endurance- If the quake should rise from the core- It only disturbs what has languished- Clueless in the moment- All things lay safe in the underbelly- Safe from the pollution- And as a geyser, all is explained- In the big explosion- Arise from this grave- The secrets stillborn- Till the hand drops the sword- And wields the pulsating- Virtue of life- Is it to raw- Is it to close- Intimacy without the hope- Or is all things- That is in all forms- The truth that hangs us- Or holds us- From the same rope-Birth sign: Libra
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