What of the seemingly unblemished surfaces?
Might they too have their tales to tell–
Perhaps no less interesting than those that leave a permanent mark?
Maybe there are smoother paths to fulfillment.
But, what is it that's said about the path of least resistance?
Something to do with crooked rivers...
Is the alternative always to push against the tide?
If we allow the current to just run its course,
Where might the flow carry us?
And how does one begin?
Simply letting go is never simple.