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We’re all in one plane 1/4 second in time
We felt the Universe give off a low key chime
Ancient sundials beckon to the stars
Outlining patterns of the Universe totally unscarred

No pain today no rush no pending goal
Whether plate one or seven Sunday has a Soul
Whether peace comes from the Church yard, a garden or a hedge
Sunday remains the time to keep us well within the Universe’s edge
Keep us grounded within the Universe’s edge

I wish I could read the stars in the deep night sky
I see their patterns, but I fail to tell the reason why
Moonbeams light up in silver on my garden walls
The message is slow down number seven for us all