Zen Maybe

Past keeps passing
You don’t get to stay behind

You are not
a rock in the middle of a stream

You are the leaf rushing past it
without choice or volition

snatching and grabbing
and losing your grip

It doesn’t have to be this way

Let go and drift

You will end up in the same place

By Ursula Anderson

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