Remember the Noble Truths

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Let go of the desires

oh all of the heartaches they sire

send them to sea ablaze funeral pyres.

Longings to make them proud

treasure me in the crowd

a full moon face with no clouds.

Childhood strings of attachment

put all these tears in a basket

turn them into daisies, joyous facets.

Ideas of what I should be

untangled to set foot free

so that I can be happy being me (remember there is no I only we).

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