One appeared on the doorstep.
Two arrived hand in hand.
Three came together
And were well met.
Once I tried to show you my mind.
Twice you seemed to want it.
Three times we purposed to start anew
But good intentions always fell through.
A little is better than glut.
Be still and value the treasure locked in silence.
See things for what they are
Prizing essence above form.
One time is enough for the wise.
Two blows make for experience.
Three strokes are often needed
Before words of reproof are heeded.
Once I fell,
A-shamed of my mistakes.
Twice I stopped abrupt and stood,
Be-set by guilt and trepidation.
Three times I changed courses
Seeing fresh perspective after each trial.
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