Waters with docile waves,
but no push,
how you stand,
only sense movement.
Big brain sweeps energies
Crystal dropped,
adrenaline pumps and throttles.
What will Mother do?
Crystal bounces,
hovers undisturbed.
Calm the waves.
No bubbles, no white,
gentle clarity pushes
unapproachable ease.
Standing with flow.
Life should go with this.
Blood saps the rough edges,
undisturbed, waiting to break,
like crystal.
Small brain surrenders.
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