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The Wheel

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.