Another Poem..

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The idea of struggle and fruitful strain
Must be another trick of my human brain..
After all the strife and enduring pain
The sought still remains an evasive gain..

A bird in a flock changing flight together
Isn't yet known to strike into another..
Inspiring these flights, Transpiring the butterfly..
Is a wizardry so stark that it awaits a reply!

The wind grazes over and the sun shines bright
As the grass sprouts away without any fight..
If ye happen to rejoice beneath a tree long sown
Pray marvel at the grace of the seed that's grown..

Is it you that breathes or does the breath prompt breathing?
Somatic errands don't seem to suppose intervening..
It's truth is so lucid, it's work is so plain
Like the heavy dark clouds that will but shed out rain...

The fount that all springs from, that unfolds to us our lot
Is a mystery, akin to your very next thought!
What pleasure can be pleasing, what festivity be more merrier
Than to bask in the majesty of the Effortless...
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