Perfect Stillness and constant movement
Two different views of a spinning coin
Through each beautiful and perfect twist
The coin spins out truth for our vision
And sings with beauty through its sound
Draped in the magic of a gentle wobble
Its flashing face smiles through fuzzy blur
Standing still in contemplation
Or laughing inside waves and streams
This knobby fingered fist of wind
Seldom shows us through its veil
Where sun and fortune know the truth
Of what is there for all to see
