Hold the lines
while delve into the waters
of humility and trust.
Wading in the waters
that have not yet been troubled,
I step on the stones
that have been tiptoed before.
There is a freedom in the imperfections
and the struggle of riverbed.
Slowing down the river now,
bruising my feet in my journey,
I find not a soul to be shaken,
not a weight to be lifted,
only a slap to the gifted,
saying awake from your slumber.
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