Gently, softly, silently flows nature. In harmony, embracing each moment, let what is yours flow to you.
It is easy, this allowing, letting what is, be. Letting what is your own come to you. There is no rushing, no striving, no haste to make this moment end before its time.
The bud opens and the blossom spills its perfume upon the ambient air. The dolphin jumps; the bird takes flight. Each knows its joy - without effort, without strain.
Flowing like water, silently, steadily, softly... be.
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