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The ancient adepts of the Way,
how subtly engaged,
how cryptically perceptive.
Yet fragments of their wisdom linger:
Alert, as if treading over icy streams.
Cautious, as if threatened by neighbors.
Considerate, like a welcome guest.
Fluid, like melting ice.
Simple, like an unhewn block.
Open, like a valley.
Tumbling, like turbulent waters.
Who finds quiescence while turbulence settles?
Who is astir before the moment is ripe?
Who does not want fulfillness
may be incomplete and threadbare.
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