Questions and Answers
For the agitated and the curious
Just as raindrops cast ripples upon a roaring river, so do the questions resound in cascades of contemplation.
Like flames manifesting from firewood—so is the mind found in its many masquerades of mentation.
Like fresh flowers arising in fertile fields, so do our answers flourish in the abundance of attention.
Just as the wind rolls whimsically through the world—so is reason weathered by the redundance of reinvention.
For even though the spirit can exist as something cold and spacious, it is in that emptiness that curiosity finds its cessation.
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