In India, the night descends
while in this spectrum without end
another dawn is born
as halfway round the world a fawn
just opens up its sleepy eyes

Simultaneous, this cyclic variation
in the dance of all of life
enfolded darkness seeking
the unfolding of all light
dancing at tremendous heights
yet deep within the womb
of earth itself

And to the West
the East becomes itself
as North and South surrender
to the endless rhythm
of the heartbeat of it all
in sync with all eternity
and thee . . .


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