Around us everywhere we see Cyclopaedic diversity. Look harder though and we may find Evidence of a single mind.
There is one centre, devoid of mass But fixed, a turning point no less. Mind or heart or mind and heart, It drives, inspires each whole, each part.
And we like spokes wheel round and round In frenzied freedom, while yet bound In the perfect balance and discipline Of a fixed and sure horizon line, The gentle but persistent curve of Eternal truth, universal love.
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