The Oak Breaks

After the forest fire
Flowers Come.
The reed bends and
the oak breaks.
A flowing curiosity
Life grows in the river valley
the mountain top is cold and lonely.
Relax
nothing need to be figured out
it is all done already.
Nothing is special though
it is all unique.
No destination, no perfection
only journey and broken beauty
Nothing to get right.

I don’t believe in right and wrong
and yet I really really want there to be a right and wrong.

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