That runs the world without a notice
The composer of every song and hum
The shy squeeze that contracts to release
Life and flowery red in the cheeks
To the rhythm in the endless wheel
That turns with every silent breathe
A glory on its own a bliss for every soul
A true story that doesn’t need to be told
The sound that beats without missing a beat
To echo in the chambers without a seat
For it doesn’t need an audience
Or a witness to it’s kingly moments
To shine in the wake of the dawn
Connecting all in a tapestry in every instance redrawn.
To the rhythm
That runs the world without a notice
As the holiday season is coming over us, this beautiful reflection from David resonated deeply with me: “Our challenge as humans is that the more often we see the things around us, even the beautiful and wonderful things like holidays and family, the more they can become invisible to us.” It is a short read. Check out his newsletter/LinkedIn feed for more insights, especially on Sunday: Marlow’s Musings.
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