Never live in a moment’s despair.
But rather breathe.
Be soaked in a sun-drenched glow.
Do not be fearful,
For no one is too old to grin.
Not even the primeval sycamore tree,
With its constant bend towards my window
Smiles with unrelenting freshness.
Be buoyant.
Keep still and be floating.
Discard the weights that drop you.
Never trust the bubbles of plummeting.
All it offers is loss and vacuum.
Desire and be perpetually hopeful,
Like the wave wishing to touch the shore.
Or the breeze wanting to kiss the coconuts.
Cast down your load to the ground.
Stop feeding your pains.
Soar without holding on to something.
Liberate yourself,
Devoid of cause and devoid of reason.
Constantly live in the autumn grounds
Or conjure the vitality of spring.
Lest it be sprinkled with the flowing waters of time.
Untie your roots, my love.
Live, love , and be loved
As if tomorrow would sojourn
On a one-way trip towards bliss.1
420 2004/13/04
--neiloy--
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