"pattern, shaping and weaving,
unknown by any heart until now",
as poets take us into chaos.
In our vanity, fueled by greed and bigotry well trained;
we can imagine the limits of our imagination and perceptions
to be the limits of everything, including divinity --
yet there's a place where the Source holds sway
beyond the symphony we are graced to hear and thereby dance;
known only by remembering with our hearts.
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