No form, form, metaphor, meaning; the marsh is filled with calligraphy. Sky, tule, breeze, water, and the writing is on the mirror. Ever changing, like pages turned in a book, we can read the meaning in the mind's eye. Struggling too much will cause the meaning to flee and we are left with an impression, like wings moving through the air, leaving no trail. This meaning of marsh writing is just like the daylight that pushes back darkness all at once. Where does the dark go? The writing speaks volumes.
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