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Who wants a way?
Who knows the way?
Who has the way?
The way is like an empty vessel
That yet may be drawn from
Without ever needing to be filled.
It is bottomless; the very progenitor of all things in the world.
In it all sharpness is blunted,
All dust smoothed.
It is like a deep pool that never dries.
Was it too the child of something else? We cannot tell.
But as a substanceless image it existed before the ancestor.
You are afraid of moving, you are afraid of choosing
You are afraid of your dreams,
You hope they don’t ruin everything.
You are afraid of your own people you hope they don’t betray you.
What heart says,
What mind speaks
Why heart is afraid when mind is not,
Why mind is afraid when heart is not.
The fight will never stop
The fight between the…
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