THE CENTRE IS EMPTY (E A D G B E)
Guests arrive and guests depart. The rain is falling fiercely. But no one really gets that far. It’s cold and it is windy. Call the old the man over the fence. Call the mountain. He was right again.
And I don’t know why but I wanted to cry when I read the words “better stay centred”.
And I haven’t been centred of late. Things seem to be getting away from me. But now I see the centre is empty.
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