Float away gently.
Let your feet lift up off the pebbles.
Recall those younger pastimes
Of sticking branches in the mud.
Accept the older pastimes.
The worry. The longing. The striving.
Indulge yourself for a moment,
But then leave it all behind.
For suffering is weighty,
And you can't let your heels sink in.
Entering this Earth should be like leaving it.
Let your feet lift up off the pebbles.
Recall those younger pastimes
Of sticking branches in the mud.
Accept the older pastimes.
The worry. The longing. The striving.
Indulge yourself for a moment,
But then leave it all behind.
For suffering is weighty,
And you can't let your heels sink in.
Entering this Earth should be like leaving it.
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