two lessons

To be still, and know the truth

is the resilience of temptation. 

If a bird in the hand is

worth two in the bush,

reserve any rushed action.

For by chance, two have crossed my path,

one radiant and mysterious like the sun

the other, sweet and calm

and beautiful in physical form.

In these paths, gratitude remains; it must.

For with one's dying breath,

and the others revival, within mysterious 

hands, points with faith to the laws of nature,

seeking the ease of the breeze off the

barn wheats chaff.

All can be made to be understood,

seek these two lessons of the birds.

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Humble yourself, young man.

Who waters the dry and thirsty land,

so that grass springs up? 

Does either the rain or dew have a father?

Who is the mother of the ice and the frost, 

which turn the waters to stone

and freeze the face of the sea?

Can you tie the Pleiades together 

or loosen the bonds that hold Orion?

Can you guide the stars

season by season

and direct the Big and the Little Dipper?

Do you know the laws that govern the skies,

and can you make them apply to the Earth?

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