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Poetry practice

Still mind helps us to discover ourselves
        What if we find only beauty inside?

Allowing compassion to lead the way
        Yields answers to questions not thought of yet

Tossing a stone into the deep blue lake
        Radical notions with each breath we take

Change does not approach, nor does it vanish
        In this moment, with each breath, I am change

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