Walking through the spring woods
Stopping to look at this and that
The wonder and scope are everywhere
All would be here, whether I was or not

Slowly thoughts pass peacefully
Through and away, without attaching
And there is just this, this moment
No labels, no separation, this is all

Stoic Poetry


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