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piece of wood



I once gave a piece of wood

the power to speak,

and it sounded like a robot,

and it just spouted nonsense.


I then gave this piece of wood

the power of reason

and then it talked very intelligently,

but was kind of boring.


I then gave this piece of wood

the drive for survival,

and it became very strong and solid,

but it made up stories born from fear.


I then gave this piece of wood

a compassionate heart —


And the piece of wood

became silent,

and became intuitive,

and became trusting,


And then this piece of wood

rested in the soft stillness —

of spirit.


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