A loose rudder, a gentle sway
keeps nothing immovable,
for in life's movement -
This turn, this slight,
renders intent,
within our hearts.
Inaction, in action,
our treasures lie (treasure lies),
the art-of-word(s).
How else, and how to,
reconcile imagination,
in point(s) of truth?
It is in that divine and also souless tongue, the ultimate tool of man, to confirm or betray his own heart, as he knows not.
The heart, mind, soul, and strength exist, but what other than the tongue can express it, nay, convey it.
Guide it's inevitable movement to the winds of the Spirits mysterious desires.
Sometimes at a loss 94
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