water and stone
Not made of stone, so
water will not whittle me
down. I will flow on.
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2 comments:
do not be whittled,
for you must go on.
you must be stone
and water at
once the world and yourself
the center and all borders
the resilience, and the
ease of an unfolding flower
and more stone, for
you must be strong.
:)
Shota,
thanks for that. i needed it. glad to see you're peeking around, hope you dig what you find here.
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