Great Cosmic Wind

 

Great Cosmic Wind


Looking at the sky.

Clouds moving, birds moving.

Our round world

Also moving, spinning around

Toward night, then toward day.

And also, journeying around the sun

Forever. What makes this happen?


No one worries that this movement

Will stop. Worries that day will not come,

Or winter last forever.

Round and round the worlds go

Circles within circles.


Some mysterious rhythm drives them on.

Such order, such constancy.

And this small piece of life

Looks upward, wondering,

As the universe, like a beating heart,

Holds us all, moons, planets and stars

In its embrace. 


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