The Same

See the water how it flows,

the very same way the winds blows,

the very same way does cry the crow,

only he who sees without looking,

who touches with coveting,

will feel the divinity in all.

For through winter to fall,

comes purpose to call.

Become what you will,

see what you will.

Love the wind,

treasure the stone,

for despite what you see,

and what is thought to be sane,

the wind, stone, and you are all one in the same.

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