Rocks sit balanced
in the silent stream,
stone resting on stone
without effort.
Water slips past
without comment,
carrying the night
away in small ripples.
Morning fog begins to loosen,
thread by thread,
revealing the shape of a new day
as if it had always been there.
Nothing rushes.
Nothing interferes.
Balance holds,
the stream flows,
and dawn arrives
on its own terms—
quiet, complete,
and enough.
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