The Song of Songs

This is the rhythm we strive to achieve 

We can't hear it because we're too small to perceive

But we feel it and know it, it pulses inside us

We manifest it, allow it to guide us.

Each instrument holding its own, but in tune

With the stars and the atoms and the people and the moons

We never miss a beat, because that is not the way,

The song we play is the song we mean to play.

The End

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