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The end of the white water, As far as we can ride the horses to the end of rocky shore, we find the sage sitting at the waters foot. At the top of the waterfall, you will find the Way of the ice wind, murs murs of justice and harmony.
The Wu Chi within. Tai chi without, the sage merely finds happiness, starting and ending for eternity. Over and over again. We find full substance and abstraction at once. Total content over mind, yin and yang at balance.
The veils of Maya shred into the veils of the starting fold, itself again. We follow the Way, we follow what we can.
He vows only too one thing. The sage finds his totalness through slience. He finds restriction in the Way that is under minded. The only restriction he finds is himself. The mur murs of slience. The sage reminds himself once again. The taste of metal and the Tao.
The sage finds himself in tears laughing but not in sadness. In total happiness, reminders of the Tao. Always say something. Go forward and question. Moving along the paths of paths.
Again we find the Tao. Looking in the time of moment. All of the things that bleed red blood. We bleed together. Bonding in cosmic binding. The why, the how and the question. Once it happens it will happen again. Enlightenment is found forever.
Traveling and wandering through time. Increasing how many times you will visit the well. We use tools for greatness. For too much use of the tools will leave us as a dull knife. Tools through our passing of the Way. One can find one on the other side. It all about you and contact.
You and the Tao. It all a form of substance and abstract. The sage reminds himself of Maya and the questions of the Tao.
The well water never turns stale. He sits laughing in tears for years. Protracting nothing but unity. The Tao is shared by all. The sage many years ago appects the seal for eternal grace. The key of the door of total creativity. The waters run deep. Deep as they will run.