Do not expect.
Only walk
until your tread falls slow and soft among the leaves.
Only sit
and let the salve of rooted things draw your sickness out.
(A little more humanity won't hurt them;
never fear.)
Only listen.
Hear your breath in the breeze that rises from the valley;
hear it singing with the trees.
Do not ask the woods for answers.
Only accept what it gives.
Let it give you nothing.
Let it leave you empty.
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