The water is falling, all over itself, tumbling and turning. Some waters flow swiftly like deer down stream, others wash over the edge, into monastic pools for reflection. I stand asunder, engulfed in mystery, shrouded of my own reflection. To sense and orient, to serve a purpose by simply being a witness, a passenger. That nature has found us bewildered, if only our hearts would gather the wisdoms to feel its wealth, to learn to trust in its currents, to move freely with the sense of belonging to the paths that we must go upon.
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