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Flow

The Master moves without a plan,
No goal to seek, no guided hand.
He flows along, just like the tide,
Content to simply take the ride.

Yet nothing’s left undone, you see,
No hopes to chase, no “ought to be.”
No residue of past regret,
No future binds, no loss to fret.

The spirit’s lost, yet always near,
It’s found in moments soft and clear.
In depths, the surface fades away,
As flowers bloom and fruits decay.

He treasures both, in calm embrace,
At peace with time, in perfect grace.
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Fluency

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.
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