When I remember that I am half-water
When I remember that I am half-water, I flow easily and swim around obstacles while still eroding them to be mess gruelling.
When I remember that I am half-water, I rush around and pour about and wear away my own resistance, my own fear of lack, my own ideas of scarcity and smallness.
When I remember that I am half-water, I am flow and motion, sadness and…
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