In the weight of roots, lightness resides, Withholding leads to soaring skies. Kings hasten to know their realm’s expanse, The poor rush home, a humble dance.
Stillness in fullness, a serene art, Nature, content, not longing to depart. Seek, fulfill, in your own domain’s embrace, Purpose blooms where you stand, grace to grace.
In winds’ embrace, the leaf does dance, Freed from the branch, it takes a chance. Yet, tethered to roots, it finds its grace, In flight, it discovers its unique place.
A leaf, a whisper in nature’s grand song, Rooted in earth, where it belongs. As wind breathes life into its fleeting flight, The dance of existence, a wondrous sight.
In this cycle, where life meets its end, Wind whispers secrets, around it bend. Roots, wings, and breath in harmonious blend, Keeping the world’s rhythm, without end.
On tiptoe, you reach for the sky, In rushing, seek how far you’ll fly. Yet, shining bright won’t make you yearn, Life’s a dance, slow and steady, we learn.
Progress whispers, step by step, In finishing, the masterpiece we prep. In doing what’s natural, we find our call, Flowing freely, mastering it all.
No rush needed, no stillness bind, With life’s rhythm, true joy we find. Be fluent, be you, in this cosmic play, Embrace the flow, let it lead the way.
