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Time

The past is gone, the future’s here;
As I live this moment, another seems to appear.
Time is like the waters flowing downstream,
We drink only a portion of it at a time.

We don’t dwell in the waters that flow further down;
We do not dwell in the waters that approach us.
We focus on the water that can be cupped by our hands
As that is what that quenches thirst.

Why then do we dwell in our past?
Why are we anxious about our future?
When we know that the present will matter the most,
Why do we let go of our grasp?

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Oh Wind

Hear me now, oh wind!

As you roar into my ear,
Enable me to roar louder.
As you blow away my fears,
Enable me to grow stronger.

Hear me now, oh wind!

As you rub against my skin,
Erase my pain.
As you enter into my nostrils,
Energize me.

For your sound is lively,
Your speed is inciting,
Surround me once again,
In an embrace, oh wind,
Like an old friend.