That old music, the beat
beneath time,
taps out this peace,
now arriving at
the part where you tell me
the whole is
suspended in Grace.
I don't need to ask
what song it is:
it belongs to the soul
and is always being sung
here, between
star jasmine and dog turd,
one more duality
indicating fragrant Truth.
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