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I sit still
what need for I of movement,
when it is all around?
water flows, ripples, pools
invisible evaporation
before my lazy eyes
I cannot see, so I do not know
although, given wisdom,
my knowledge grows
— is it in my heart?
— this long lost art?
of reading
nature , no partless part
so ignorant throughout my lives,
destined & pulled
to revisit the same
suffering
so close to feeling it end,
almost! against delusions defend
try again! after each failure
& I haven’t truly lost
one more try until I win
at my life’s cost
to be a part of it all