to walk with respect . is to share the path we’re on . without changing it
the migrating goose . returns to a frozen lake; . remembers water
pragmatism dies . in the first warm days of spring . unless there’s wisdom
every raindrop . lands but once, delivering . on its promises
the smallest detail . can have outsized influence . without us knowing
some advice given applies universally in all areas
in a wet spring snow . tracks are made; but within hours . will cease to exist
each generation . loses parts of history . so must repeat it
opposing forces create their final textures as the daylight fades
past experience informs possible futures we can prepare for
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