What once was
Will no longer be
And cannot be again!
What is developing
Is another form.
Another variation.
A new spoke
On the Wheel of Life.
Turning, turning, always, turning.
Giving and taking
Moving upward and creating.
Join in the Wheel’s motion
Or be still,
What does it matter?
The Wheel keeps turning.
You wonder
What lies behind this turning?
What is its Source?
That my friend is the mystery.
Few seek to solve this mystery
Or break free of the timeless motion.
These are the travelers of the Heart
And the road traveled
Passes through
The place of non-being.
-SB
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