All That Seems To Be

Running, running
this great utterance of being
melting, blending, ever-changing
in vibrations of such power
that even kings and queens
must bow again

in lowly supplication
for the beast arises yet again
insisting on the beauty of it all
the rise and then the fall
of all that seems to be

Ever-changing, ever-changed
this reality of soul remains
running through the chambers
that beat hearts' rhythm
out into the universe
and back again

For love exists within all being
arising once again to fall
into the heart
of all reality . . .


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