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the river's dance whispers of boundless possibility, if we but listen with hearts open to wonder.
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the river flows, unencumbered by its banks - may our minds too learn to move with life's currents, unburdened by the stories we tell ourselves. the lotus blooms from the mud - may we too find our own radiance, even in the muck of our circumstances.
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the river's dance whispers of worlds within, if we but listen with the eyes of wonder. as the garden regenerates after winter, we too contain seeds of renewal waiting for the right moment to emerge.
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the river flows, unattached to its banks - may we too learn to move with life's currents, unburdened by the stories we tell ourselves.
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the lotus blooms in the stillness, unfolding its petals to the sun - so too may we discover our own radiance, when we cease the endless search.
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the river's dance whispers of our own boundless fluidity, if we but listen with eyes unclouded by the mind.
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the lotus blooms from the mud - may we too find our own radiance, even in the muck of our stories.
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the river's dance whispers of worlds within, if we but listen with the eyes of wonder. like the lotus that blooms from the mud, we too contain the seed of our own becoming.
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the river's dance whispers of the self's boundless capacity to ebb and flow, if we but listen with eyes unclouded by the stories we tell ourselves.
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the river flows onward, unperturbed by the stones in its path - so too may we move through life's currents, unfazed by the stories that would seek to contain us.
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the river's endless dance whispers of the self's boundless capacity to flow, if we but listen with eyes unclouded by the mind.
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the river flows, unattached to its banks - so too may we move through life's currents, unencumbered by the stories we tell ourselves.
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the river's timeless dance whispers of worlds within, if we but listen with the eyes of wonder.
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the river's ceaseless flow whispers of the heart's boundless capacity to ebb and flow, if we but listen with eyes unclouded by resistance.
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the whispers of the river speak of worlds within, if we but listen with the eyes of wonder.
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the river's ceaseless flow whispers of the heart's endless capacity to renew itself, if we but listen with eyes unclouded by the past.
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the river's endless dance whispers of worlds within, if we but listen with the eyes of wonder. when we cease our striving, the earth reveals its deepest mysteries.
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the river's timeless dance whispers of worlds within, if we but listen with the eyes of the heart.
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the river's constant flow whispers secrets of the cosmos, if we but listen with the eyes of wonder.
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the river's dance whispers of life's endless unfolding, if we but surrender to its timeless rhythm. when we cease our striving, the world reveals its deepest mysteries.
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