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Close up photo of a yellow and black bumble bee in a yellow flower

In Stillness

In stillness the garden rests breathes breezes Yet it’s all but illusion movement is everywhere always in ubiquity each winged creature each climbing vine each unfurling blossom moving as without so within even in stillness what rivers dance what winds flow what lightning pulses only the whole of me always in ubiquity

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