What? Wait, hear
To this music
Of the stars
calling out for those
With the ears to hear it.
Vibrational nuances
Harmonising as echoes
Coming to the middle
Where I lays my ground
Solidifying as truth
As it meet's the stuff
Of Knowing one way
Meet's the other
At the pointy end
Of this.
The thin and very fine
Thread of my own life.
Need not be moved.
To be moved, ever onwards....
Little needs doing
To accomplish the charge
Of nothing.
©wrennie
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