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Staying Still Once I took a dream, once a dream took me Each time I think I don't feel how it had been To try and then trough away thought is right and wrong Don't let anything go away,, put it in the ground like a bandit; their searching will be your joy When I went searching the desert was God, the mountains were easy,, secure, lonely with love: even if she was there,, the sea was always nothing is next; structure with all of the above: gives you art,, a challenge to yourself, cause if you do only one art, still you will know all arts. If one can do all art is different, all the while, the one art leaves you always to be at home with all the rest Going on your way is so quiet. the wonderment of lost,, for the first time,, how clean it is. My brillance is that I see nothing and it need not be spoken of; possibly now when consequence is seem one hundered years ahead, where as money is This! if you have it today and don't have it tomorrow, it has no moral,, it is just that traveling on is better for knowing more. If the sea skips and stings fast across the top, that is one thing,, but if it is shallow enough to be turned underneath. Then that is another. as if Stillness were not all a metphor.