The Way

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No leaf falls down unintentionally. 

No spark ignited without its purpose.

No rock is given a random structure.

No raindrop ever lands in the wrong place.


How can it all be aligned perfectly?

How can everything flow in harmony?

How can heaven retain so much luster?

How can someone be both present and not?


By simply being.

By simply flowing.

By simply shining.

By simply loving.


Do not question it.

Do not disturb it.

Do not darken it.

Do not reach for it.


Let.

It.

Find.

You.


That.

Is.

The.

Way.


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