has anything to do with busyness..?
They turn enthusiasm into ‘duty’;
turn duty into guilt…
How I love those people
who always have time for anyone..
they are like swans:
serenity above; activity below;
never busy; always active;
floating white, serene, unruffled,
like swans; like lotus flowers;
like love.
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