The way is part of search as search part of the Way
put another way, both [p]lay convergence free.
Mage, game are writ the same, page gape, as what will be
within one's spirit may fountain forth, fashion clay
where cause effect convey through facettes on display
hid opportunity ‘neath surface po[e]ttery.
Let not the past outweigh, tomorrow's harmony,
to no set, sect or church afford leeway to prey.
Expand emotion's perch, self-doubts should slip away
as will those blocks within we wish no others see,
yet which both dam the stream, brake creativity,
divert flow which, at sea, on confidence must weigh.
Let Search and Way combine, refine and catalyze
by Chance or by Design the urge to realize.
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