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The Master

It’s easy to drift, swept away,
By practice’s pull, day by day.
It’s easy to lose sight, forget,
Habit’s rhythm, a quiet threat.

Yet life within, a guiding flame,
Steers us forward, beyond the same.
Do not bow to habit’s call,
Or let blind practice rule it all.

Be present, awake, and truly see,
Each moment holds eternity.
This teaching whispers, calm yet rife:
To be is the master of life.
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Creation

Words without meaning,
Fall like whispers, fleeting.

Music without soul,
Never makes us whole.

Natural flows shine,
Unpracticed, divine.

Be true, create,
Give more than you take.
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Animal Instinct

When animal nature stirs within,
And words are woven deep in skin,
We hold both silence and the speech,
A gift that lingers out of reach.

For when a friend speaks not a word,
His soul’s own whispers still are heard,
A ceaseless voice that, soft and true,
Conveys the heart that beats in you.
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