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Life seems like an awful lot of fuss to go throughJust to end up as one more dead person.
When I think of the person i was 30 years agoI think I must have died a million times alreadywithout noticing.
FinallyAll the clocks andwatches stopand keep true time.
Sun rises with a glowglittering over snow.The day emerges.Sun sets with a glorious fireor a subtle light shining through branches.
Now what can I do With my weltschmerz?Dirty snow melts.
A gate opensA gate closesNothing remainsMy Ten Thousand cronies let go, sayingBe still, be firm, be tendergo now -one bow -
No matter the delusions, grasping and resistance,Here I am.
I’ve gathered much, I leave you nothing.
Run, run, run, keep moving ...I have went no where
The box without walls,that I never fit intodisappears.
Goring forth without expectations,as never before - metta
A small cometTime to landSomewhere else.