the music plays by itself
penning soul’s musings each morn
spontaneously arising from within
rhythm in heart is magically born
causing poetry in mind to spin
there then thus is no one here
all that is, is but universal mind
wherefrom we see forms appear
with heart’s core instincts aligned
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