The Song That Has No Words

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All you have learned

is a book that nobody reads

because they are busy 

writing their own.

But in the moonlight,

at the edge of the pond,

still and silent,

the faintest of melodies

may stir in your heart,

that old familiar song, 

of mis-step and transformation,

that has accompanied you so far,

a song of burning, of being honed.

Like a butterfly encased in stone,

wounded, yet liberated 

by the mallet's touch,

you arise at last 

like a fluttering dream

on the edge of awakening,

and begin to dance

to the song that has no words.