Don't brood on things that are over and done,
Thoughts of the past bring sorrow and pain.
Don't brood on things that are still to come,
Thoughts of the future bring upset and care.
In daytime flop like a sack in your chair.
At night lie there like a stone in your bed.
Open your mouth to take in your food.
If sleep assails you, close your eyes.
(Po Chu I)
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