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A life unfolds, 
a quiet watching, 
a witness to the turning. 
 
Their world is simple, 
a clear line drawn, 
no need for your shadow, 
no desire for entanglement. 
 
They seek no piece of you, 
their space is their own vastness. 
 
The deep yearning is for solid ground, 
a certainty for the collective we, 
not the sharp edge of self-devouring need. 
 
A mending for the world, 
a balm for the abused spaces, 
each breath of the natural order respected. 
 
Latitude or longitude, 
the lines stretch and define, 
both directions hold their truth. 
 
Walls can rise, 
defined not by fear, but by a perimeter of safety, 
a boundary built for the shelter of humankind. 
 
The blueprint remains unseen, 
the outline deliberately soft, 
for knowing security needs no rigid script. 
 
To know less of the noise, 
the endless chatter that obscures, 
is to invite a deeper knowing. 
 
To see with unburdened eyes, 
to understand the quiet language of existence, 
is the more profound journey. 
 
This witnessing, 
this standing back from the fray, 
is their testament. 
 
A refusal to be drawn in, 
a commitment to the essential, 
the simple rightness of being. 
 
The earth breathes in and out, 
latitudes hold the sun's slow arc, 
longitudes measure the ocean's swell. 
 
All are fine frameworks, 
when the intent is preservation, 
when the goal is a shared, unmarred peace. 
 
They watch the seasons turn, 
the slow, inevitable grace, 
and in that watching, they find their own. 
 
The assurance they crave, 
is not for personal hoarding, 
but the sturdy foundation under all feet. 
 
A security for the 'us', 
a shield against the grasping hunger, 
the corrosive influence of the singular demand. 
 
It amends the broken edges, 
heals the wounds left by carelessness, 
a quiet devotion to the whole. 
 
The lines drawn, 
if they are drawn at all, 
are lines of respect, 
not chains of possession. 
 
And the less we chase the visible map, 
the more the true structure reveals itself, 
a quiet understanding growing from the stillness. 
 
This knowing more, 
is not about collecting facts, 
but feeling the deep resonance of space, 
the safety in letting be. 
 
Their life, a steady gaze, 
a refusal to complicate the necessary, 
a silent affirmation of solid ground for everyone.


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 Showith unto the reason of you