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The Way


All at once I found myself on the banks of a mountain stream. A vision, a clarity of mind that had rarely been seen before.

The ripples, the waves, the tumultuous unrelenting flow of the water, of its Way.

- My eyes enchanted by a falling leaf. A dance, a swaying, this way and that.

No presumptions, no destination.

- I watched that leaf for a while. Watched it fall to the water, not a care in the world.

I watched the stream.

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Both carried on their Way.

Neither pushing nor following, trapped nor free.

- I knew in that moment that my course was no different, that it never could be.

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