There is nothing more than this.
Don't wish away this stretch of road
even though the stones are sharp underfoot
and sand in the wind stings your eyes.
Feel the ache as you would the joy
for this is living. Savor the moment
for this, too, shall pass.
Some day the path may curve
and there may be lush grass underfoot
and sunlight in your eyes.
And you'll feel the joy as you did the ache
for this, too, is living,
yet this, too, shall pass.
But here, now, is as it is,
and no good comes from
dreaming of soft grass and warm sunlight.
Now is a time of sharp stones and sand,
and that is simply as it is meant to be for now.
Nothing to do but take it all in in as it comes.
Nothing to wait for, nothing to wish away.
There is nothing more than this.
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