Flow, easy, effortless, without strain, only desire set free. It comes as a gentle stream from the Great Void, the Void where all good originates.
This is sure, this the Way. In its time It comes and nourishes and fills. Lovingly, softly, leaving nothing undone, It comes.
This is my rock. This is my shelter. This I trust. It knows my heart. It is my heart beat. It is my sustenance.
Beside still waters, It restores my soul.
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