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The movement of life is creative,
It values a fine mess just as much as a neat pretense.
Everything is an intricate choreography, a perfect balance,
Beyond the understanding of a finite mind.
It works with the bad days as readily as the good.
Surrender your brittle identity.
Give your allegiance to that spontaneous play,
That never gives up, that never gets old,
For you have never been apart from it, it is your home.