A Chorus Line Poem by Leaking Pen

We all possess the all Seeing Eye
And weave the same tapestry
It is the seat angle that determines
Your voice in mine, and mine in yours!

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This sacred space quite
For us to meditate
For we stand and contemplate
Our shared fate.

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I am the East
You are the West
I am the North
Your are the South
I am your reserve
Your are my observer
We are the spindles of life
Threading the one heart
From the one Source
From the one Amen
From the one Chorus Line
From the one Root
That branches out
Into the Tree Of Life
We receive the gift
In the same spot
In the same tempo
In the same breath
In the same place
Like musical notes on the staff
We arrange them in our modes
Compose our unique songs
So different-yet use the same…
Root notes and their extensions
Ascending and descending the scale of life
And thus the beauty of diversity
Born from the same one note
All that is said and yet to be said
All that is done and yet to be done
Your voice shadows mine
Mine shadows yours
In equal locking steps
We waltz to the harmony of life
Even my vision for this poem
Comes from the beats of your heart
And mine follows suit…
Tapping in sync with your footsteps!

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September 10,2011, Copyright Leaking Pen 2011, rev 2014