A man told me that he was going to know,
for certain.
I laughed at his foolish optimism
as I headed off to scoop up
the ocean, with my bucket.
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The past is a memory - the future, a fantasy. We have only the ever-evolving moment, in which to feel our Selves and to connect with our world and all in it. Leave the dreamscape of thought, image and emotion, and enter the stream of attuned living - here and now.
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