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.
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