So much has been written and unwritten
Opening and closing of books, so much activity
My impressions always change
Each puzzle, un-puzzled
One shares ways to look at things
Noticing arrangements and choices
Every poem and thought is not shared here.
Learning to experiment with the joy – bursting
Opening, infinitely, the little boxes of treasures
Valuing each aspect of the surprise
Everyone gets some
Special detail, inscription, sacred space.
Orbits are made with magic pens
Used by the invisible Masters.