In meditation we wait, like seeds,
drawing sustenance from the stillness and the dark,
For the new day to begin,
For the winds of change to fill our sails
And call us out of safety,
Out of thought and reminiscence into action...
drawing sustenance from the stillness and the dark,
For the new day to begin,
For the winds of change to fill our sails
And call us out of safety,
Out of thought and reminiscence into action...
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