It all end up on the ground
From which forth it is sprung
Deep space in the earth
From clear nothing this come
Twirling, spinning thoughts
The heart of the sun
Underneath it all, a river does run
Heartbeats in the sky
Rhythmic drum
A stillness of none
Quiet, I am ever here
Passing ones
I can never sleep, or awaken
Night & day
Is come

Published by Tom Lopes