9 Nov 2019. Sunday.
There is madness lingering on the circle edges
Closure begs it turn to end the chaos
New Beginning hungers to be released
All at once they raise their pointy fingers
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In the Center breathes the calm
In the whirl and twirl of the all around
Light and Shadow move in the in-between
There is madness lingering on the circle edges
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Choices crackle pop in the sound in the round
Knowing they will all need their turn to end
And certain to find a new beginning
There is no stopping how change always wins
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What doubt comes is held to old fears
Trust lives in the quiet voice of the heart
Tuning into the womb that has alway known
Choices crackle pop in the sound in the round
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And in the New beginning where the circle centers
Where what was has lost it’s way back in
Quietude gives listen to the soft voice
Where the Womb of truth weaves in the new life
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How is it that we are quick to let forgetting win?
Push back at the trust that needs our surrender
Imaging the way of the new outcome created
And in the new Beginning where the circle centers
The Wheel gives another turn.
