Incense burns down and smoke cools off. Steam from tea fogs my glasses for a moment. The cloud fixed on the horizon is gone when I look back. Everywhere, leaves are falling. Dust settles again on untouched places, and the body's knots need untangling every morning. Broken things heal and healed things stay a little broken. And somewhere in the middle, my soul rolls like a drop of silver water. Yesterday was rain, and today there's sun. Sometimes there's prayer, and sometimes there's silence.
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