“root-river flow”
The seed was never still.
Even before the soil embraced it,
it trembled with unseen currents,
sap already whispering its intent.
Planted, it did not wait —
roots pressed downward like questions,
branches lifted upward like answers,
each gesture a motion of becoming.
Wisdom is not the seed kept safe,
nor the tree frozen in stillness.
It is the river through the roots,
the wind threading the leaves,
the pulse of growth that never halts.
To live wisely is to move —
to let insight flow into action,
to let prudence breathe in the present,
to be kinetic, analogue, alive.
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