The Wheel

The Wheel

The tiniest speck spins out to the edge
And finds itself back at center again

Only to move even deeper inside
The breadth of spirit narrowing wide

We seek without what we have within
Still knowing the places we haven’t been

It often feels like a harrowing ride
Until the misperceptions have died

Once we know to stop turning the wheel
Finally then does the truth reveal

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