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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