All's Fine

A knotted string,

once untied,

makes one matter.


Not three-in-one,

but a full one.


A knot is a form,

by two forces,

but centers itself,

with no division.


Quite a harmony, isn't it?


As tensed it might be at the knot,

a relief is also with that form.


Take a land for example.

Comfort is that open space.

A house built on it, is what we call Home.


They are,

more than the land, the space and the house.

Comfort is the home.



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