And the sunlit fingers of dusk
They settle into a pot of gold
The droopy eyelids of summer clam-shut against the cold
And the night sharks come out to play
Taunting those rosy digits that plucked and swayed
To the ivory and tinsel of a cold, white clay
Our season of time waits for no wake
pulse be that channel a soft vein makes
Tow in the tugboat lost ashore
His memory is sparse, his keel is sore
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"There is no need to search; achievement leads nowhere. It makes no difference at all, so just be happy now! Love is the only reality of the world, because it is all One, you see. And the only laws are paradox, humor and change. There is no problem, never was, and never will be. Release your struggle, let go of your mind, throw away your concerns and relax into the world. No need to resist life; just do your best. Open your eyes and see that you are far more than you imagine. You are the world, you are the universe; you are yourself and everyone else too! It's all the marvelous play of God. Wake up, regain your humor. Don't worry, you are already free!" - Way of the Peaceful Warrior
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