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rest is never fully resting                                                                          it's always in a questing

the body that stands still                                                                    still moves with will

a thought that twists and twirls                                                                    is in constant swirls

stillness extends time                                                                         perception sees it in mime

water may seem serene                                                                      yet its movement is keen

hole against hole                                                                                            a rhythm in pole

Everything 

in this groove

 is continuously 

on the move

some pains are tame

they can be soothed 

by things soft and tender

the water of a tender hug 

says parts of you are dying

and you will be reborn 

(Chamunda)

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