We fill a void where ever we stand.
The essence of us does ever expand.
Onward and outward the message of we.
A purity of form and harmony to be.
Like drops in a pond which always spread out.
In amazement and glee we joyously shout
The vibrations not merely liquid there ring.
Air and earth if you know what I mean.
So turn and peruse all that you see.
For there will find all you can be.
In balance we come to a beauty of form.
In balance we enter the nearness of norm.
Our value is judged by where ever we stand.
But that is the least, as we ever expand.
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