The mountain does not try to be majestic.

It simply stands tall, letting the light and seasons

play across its contours.


The river does not force itself to flow faster or uphill.

It simply follows its own frolicking meander

to the sea.


The sun does not compete with other stars in the galaxy.

It simply shines its brilliance

upon all within reach.


All I ever need to be

I already am.

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