The abyss is not a grave, but loam,
where clarity grows in silence like a seed.
This soundless soil is your truest home,
and substance springs from this unhurried need.
The hour’s worth is found within its frame;
breathing room is only born with space.
The soul’s deep labour is to bear its name;
emptiness gives meaning to this place.
Inspired by this Substack article at Words of Taoism
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