The wind moves softly through temple halls,
A voice unspoken, yet heard by all.
It sings in rivers, it hums in trees,
A melody drifting on cosmic seas.

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Not in battle, nor in might,
But in stillness rests the truest light.
The Force is patient, vast, and wide,
A gentle whisper, a silent guide.

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It does not press, nor claim its due,
It waits for those whose hearts are true.
A Jedi listens, learns to hear,
The quiet voice that draws them near.

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For power wields both blade and breath,
A path through life, a step past death.
And those who walk with open mind,
Shall hear its song, both pure and kind.