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The river sang song, sacred and sublime
But ambivalent banks withdrew in unease
A few passing clouds, one shadowed turn
Made sacrosanct waters open to question.
The pristine lotus closed before the dawn
Convinced the sun had lost its orientation
Steady banyan grieved to see vine unwind
Rumours cast heavy shadows on her mind.
So too the human heart fashions empty mist
And stalls the gentle hand, driven by mistrust
Forfeiting solid reality for fleeting words & lies
It kills the holy truth with own suspicious eyes.
Don’t fuel fight, just keep the porch light on
Keep doing chores, until the clouds are gone
The truth will show up if you just give it space
And calm will gently usher it back to safe place.
Like the monsoon rains that find the stream
And streams seeking out the sea, find home
The true love lives not by avoiding incertitude
But by returning faithfully, as a wiseman told.
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