A Meditation
The river that runs in the valley
makes the valley that holds it.
This is the doorway:
the valley of the river.
What wears away the hard stone,
the high mountain?
The wind. The dust on the wind.
The rain. The rain on the wind.
What wears the hardness of hate away?
Breath, tears.
Courage, compassion, patience
holding to their way:
the path to the doorway.
Ursula K. LeGuin

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