humility is delicate and fragile, like a flower, whose roots grow strong and deep. beneath the ground it reaches far and wide.
humility is invisible to others, humility is invisible to the self. like freedom, it flees from the onlooker. oh how elusive!
one who says they are humble is not humble. one who says they are not humble may be humble. can one truly believe that they are not humble without tapping edgewise into humility?
humility can be approached from within the state of being which strives for humility, aims for it, attains to it. humility is mastered once neither humility or arrogance plague the heart, once both are a non-issue, irrelevant, even unthinkable.
as i write i seek humility. humility favors my state of seeking, yet dances just out of view, stopping for moments at a time in the corner of my eye. the truly humble do not hold humility in their hands, rather they join with humility in dance, just out of view.
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