HATTER POEM : ETERNAL DANCER

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ETERNAL DANCER

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The early morning was

Still almost breathless

Looking at me then

Suddenly springs into being

The immense silence

With no point of view

As nothing

Was up nor down

Right nor wrong

Just a movement

Superimposed

In a moment

The birds sing

Their song of songs

With different melodies

Listen and learn that

The journey of truth

Has no end

Forever flowing

Into a new beginning
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