One climbed from darkness into song,
one rolled the morning toward the sky;
and somewhere underneath them both,
the silent roots made no reply.
For what is whole need not be still,
nor what divides be torn apart;
the river learns a thousand shores
and keeps one water at its heart.
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“May your questions remain alive.
May your wonder remain greater than your certainty.
May every seed you plant find the soil meant for it.”
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