The sea doesn’t want to make waves.
The wind doesn’t want to blow.
Everything wants balance, peace
and seeking peace has no peace.
If you understand this, does it
change something? Can you be peaceful
even where there is no peace?
Is it a different kind of peace?
Questions all over again. Answers
are few, as always.
The wave goes up and down.
A flock of birds flies low to NNE.
This, too, is a wave. Thought is waves, too.
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