The tree fell from the apple.

The poem wrote the poet.

The rain flew up to the sky.

The birds swam like fishes,

while the fishes sold trinkets
in the market.

The flower bloomed—
then returned
to
a bud.

The man takes off his clothes
to dive into the snow.

The woman watches,
carefully,
                                           but thinks ‘he doesn’t know.’

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A mystery wrought by Eternity
– now, spoken in the Flow.

Yes, I am The Eternal:
Let those with knowledge Know!

Peace be within you:
Bless you with inner-meekness!