To shrink, let first the soul depart.
For to rid, let bloom with grace,
In every corner, find your place.
To grasp, release with open hand,
Embrace the flow, where all things stand.
Softness conquers, in its gentle stream,
The secret lies in what’s unseen.
Keep your methods veiled in mystery,
Reveal only the fruits of your history.
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