The Centre of Each Planet

Turning slowly toward its own sunrise.

Light asks: “When no one watches, do you still rise?”

Beneath the stone, a pulse;
beneath the pulse, a prayer.
The prayer says nothing more than:

Keep turning.

Light asks: “When your orbit slows, do you remember why you began to spin?”

Each orbit holds a centre,
and each centre hums with the same law:

what remains still keeps all else in motion.

Light asks: “Can stillness move you without demanding proof?”

When work and rest align,
care steadies clarity,
and our personal gravity calms the world around us.
This is not control — it is coherence.

Light asks: “Can coherence exist without certainty?”

The Bee flies when the Moon rests.
The Moon glows when the Bee pauses.
Together they form a circle of complementarity —
action and reflection held in trust.

Light asks: “Do you allow others to shine when your wings are tired?”

Tagline:

“The centre of each planet is the same still light.”

Reflection:

When you find yourself rushing, remember:
planets never sprint — they keep promise by turning.

Ask gently:

What holds me steady when my orbit wobbles?
Where does care meet clarity in my own gravity?
What stillness have I neglected that might guide me home?

Bridge Note:

$$L(t)=A(t)sin(2\pi t/29.53)$$
$$ B(t)=C + B(t)\cos(2\pi t/29.53 +\Phi )$$

“Their constant radius reflects the inner steadiness named here.”

Tagline: “Infinity is the absence of waiting.

Poetic Twin: Green Heart Sunset