the way my wind whispers to my flame, and begs it burn brighter
the way my flame feeds my soil with rich, hard-won nutrients
the way my soil parts its grains for the flood of my water, allowing its urge to push onward
the way these waves lift in joyful embrace with the invitation of the air....
the joy of the way,
the pain of the way,
the fear of the way,
the peace of the way
of Life.
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