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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the whispering silence of a moonlit night, where stars wink like old friends, I drift along the river of my thoughts, an unbound stream of consciousness, Flowing through the landscapes of potential and purpose, where dreams dwell like forgotten treasures. Most of us, shadows of our true selves, live in shallow waters, afraid to dive into the depths, Creating busywork, weaving webs of distraction, as if afraid to face the stillness of our own souls. Oh, how we toil, like ants in an endless march, building castles in the sand, Not because the work is urgent, but because we do not know the art of being. We are craftsmen of the banal, architects of the mundane, lost in the frenzy of doing, When all we yearn for is to float, weightless and free, on the river of life, to be carried by its gentle current. Imagine a world where laziness is a virtue, where idlers are the sages, Where shaking off the chains of duty is a path to enlightenment, To bask in the golden glow of a sunset, to savor the sweetness of a moment unclaimed by time, To relax into the embrace of existence, to find joy in the art of simply being. I do not preach a life of total inactivity, for such would be a disservice to the soul, But rather a life where each act is a dance, each gesture a poem, imbued with meaning and grace. Let us not be prisoners of our own making, bound by the chains of needless toil, But the artists of our destiny, painting with the colors of purpose and passion. For in the quiet moments, where the heart beats in sync with the cosmos, We discover the true rhythm of life, a melody that calls us to slow down, to listen, to feel. To be busy is not to live, but to be alive is to flow, to ebb and surge with the tides of meaning, To find the balance between action and inaction, to dance on the edge of potential and peace. So let us embrace the wisdom of the river, to be lazy in the pursuit of joy, To be idlers in the garden of dreams, to cultivate a life that blooms with significance. For in this dance, this flow of consciousness, we find the essence of our being, And though the world may rush around us, we shall move with the grace of those who understand, That the river of life carries us not to the shores of accomplishment, But to the ocean of our own infinite potential.
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