Your life stories are a series of haiku, flickers and white blotches
of mental energy that arise and pass away. Please don't cling
to them. They are long gone. You can reshape and remold them.
Yes, reshape and remold them. Smell the nuggets of meaning
and let go. Relax, relax and let go. Let the breezes
carry their meaning to the edge of the horizon. Our Home is there.
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