A Poem about a Path

The Path to Mastery may be Winding.
The Mystery has a History of being fleeting.
Stand Still to travel Far.
The Stars are already Moving.
Motion; there is an Ocean inside You.
You.
Your Vibration.
Contemplate that Sensation.
See any and all Horizons winding.
Rotation, around a Stationary Location.
An Origin.
If only in This Moment.
Here.
Now.