The rustling of leaves against wind fills a forest with a static,
for a stream to whisper in, and she says:
"Are you tired yet?"
"Come, rest by my water. Throw these leaves into my current
and watch them fly."
“Now, imagine this:”
“You are a stone, one of many, tumbling through that same current,
gently brushed by my surrounding embrace."
Through the rustling of leaves
and the chattering of the forest,
the stream whispers once more,
“Now, understand this:
you are no different from a stone within my water,
and you are no different from the roots that drink me,
and you are no different from the leaves that fly along my edge.”
“Do you understand?”
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