The past still breathes within today
Tomorrow learns from present’s way
One loom, one thread & cloth, one sun
Why lament for what time has spun?
Let joy and bliss arrive with open doors
Let sorrow and regret rest upon the floors
The heart grows wise, quiet and deep
When both as guests, it learns to keep.
Hold the material world, yet hold it light
Like dew that greets the dawn’s first sight
Let’s learn; to cling chains, to care is grace
Like the bird that flies, yet knows its place.
So seek not to flee what life has been
Nor dream of worlds you’ve never seen
In equanimity and stoicism lies living art
A detached hand and an attached heart.
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