Silencing and becoming more of the truth
Day turning to night in their deliver
The ongoing flow of unending giver
That comes to your spirit wisely forsooth
All that is said to transfer its fine couth
Of knowledge in this tenets wise river
Man in his breathing like breeze that quiver
From the inside of its deep timeless youth
Learn and you will know its garden and fruit
Flow of the tides in their forward going
Each step of the way in finding pursuit
With those wings in their flight of their knowing
Nothing stands still as time moves here on
Every glimpse of daybreak soon shall be gone
*(Forsooth = in truth; Couth=polish, refinement)
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