Songs of the Aquarians

Rhythm of the Wheel
Wheeling circles in the Sky
like wheels on wagons going by,
moving on.

Moving apples and other fruit, 
moving hills of timeless dirt,
moving all.

Turning now as turning then 
througout the lives of weary men.
Turning wheels.

And tomorrow turning still,
stars and moons and grinding mills
ever turning.
 

 Yet, 
we are but the stuff of stars
a twinkle in the Eye of All,
a glimmer.

As the twinkle to the Star
so is our Time within the All
beloved.

Without us They could never be
As with the drops so with the Sea,
Beloved.

 
 
 
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