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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