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I aim to be quiet, quick like live flame,

for a quiet mind is the quickest mind –
not quiet in a sense of voiceless shame,
nor quick in terms of the speed of the grind:
No, I mean quiet and quick as live flame,
(controlled on a wick) that flashes, flutters,
splutters, splashes as the breezes take aim
at its spectral tongue that never stutters:
Quiet, quick like living in total calm –
calm winds, calm hands to mete out fresh new rhymes
and a crisp approach to life, in the palm
of which rest the drupe-y fruit of bless'd times:
That is, times where one doesn't have to rush
to quickly feel the grace of life's light touch.
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