To be

True

Is a

Wheel

Balanced

Infinitely

Spinning

By

Minimal

Locomotion

So are

We

With

A small

Nudge

We

Soar

And

There

Move

Thus

Propelling

Others

By

Invisible

Wind

We live

In the

Idea

That we

Are

Permanent

But

We are

Simply

Temporary

The only

Task

We are

Charged with

Is

Grabbing

Life

Now

Remember

One

Does not

Require

Eyesight

To

Possess

Vision

One

Does not

Require

Ears

To

Listen

Or

Hands

To

Touch

One

Merely

Requires

A

Heart

Do not

Write

To be

Read

but

Do

Write

To be

Heard

Do not

Speak

but

Be

Listened

Do not

Touch

To be

Felt

Touch

To be

Known

Let

Others

Know

You

In their

Silence