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The Thing

Here’s The Thing



The Thing is the source of All Things,

Inviting others to it is a gift.


The Real Deal is best described by what it isn’t,

Making it useful.


The smaller it is,

The more nimble, numerous, and delicate it can be.


To steer the vastness in its movement,

A light, but firm touch is required.


When the vast and small are full of each other, 

harmonies will ensue.


When in motion, it is easy to keep moving. 

Getting going is another matter.


Resisting movement is an important exercise,

Moving with its uncertainty, is grace.



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