A healthy mind moves to and fro,
Navigating waters clear and sparkling
They observe rainstorms and deserts
As the interconnection of threads,
As one and the same.
An unwell mind rolls back and forth,
The waters are murky, brimming soot and oil
They witness hurricanes and cyclones
As the severed strings of a harpiscord,
As all part of a game
When things are perceived as one and the same,
They can be comprehended, given a name
Trees form the forest, azure waves form the sea
The glittering sun sets far away on the horizon
The circle is often complete
When things are seen as different, a game begins
Intentions are pieces on a board, strategically placed
Pawns are sacrificed to protect the Queen
The acorns still grow, but when the wind blows,
The new trees sprout up far away
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