everything moves . at its own speed: the river . the clouds don’t agree
we should aspire . to find the level of peace . of a cat napping
for a brief moment . we can imagine the bird . is not a painting
if the world made sense . streetlights would only turn on . when they are needed
gracefully gliding . then quickly disappearing . cormorant lunchtime
with simple tools we . advance and stay grounded and . take it for granted
in the midst of it . everything seems bigger . than it really is
when two thing align . it’s all too easy to think . they are related
how the day begins . is up to fate, how it goes . is all down to us
it takes some planning . then some letting go to make . it seem natural
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