I move the fastest, when I stay still.
The farthest, without moving an twitching a bit.
My sight is without the eyes,
My listening, without the ears.
In contradictions, I florish.
In similarities, I disengage.
I am but in the passing wind,
The gentle whisper of coming rain,
The thought of rich harvest.
I am cause of Him.
I am
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