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The Rower
He sways gently with the river,
not against it. They live in harmony;
they are one.
Its voice is ashes,
just the remains of what was.
It rustles softy in a hushed whisper.
He listens with his body and his mind.
He feels it within and in all.
He needs no riches, no will, and no compassion;
the river has humbled him, and what he needs
Is the river.
Wisdom-
Man cannot teach it, but he can live by it,
learn from it, and fortify his life with it.
He sways with the river, not against it;
they are One.
