The past is gone, a shadow on the wall,The future is a mist we cannot trace,The present moment is the lord of all,The only light upon the human face.Why worry for the things that died away,Or fear the storms that have not yet begun?The only canvas is the brief today,Beneath the transit of a single sun.The ticking clock is not a heavy chain,But a reminder that the world is new,To hold the passing second is to gain,The only slice of time that's ever true.The universe is born with every breath:The present is our shield against our death.
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