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No grief, No madness






                         See yourself with real eyes,


                         there is no need for useless

                         mythology.


                         The winter has come, the plants have


                         died.


                         In spring they will take root and begin


                         to show promise. Just like you,


                         nothing magical –


                         You swell in times of joy


                         and deflate in times of sorrow,


                         stitching the inflatable boat.


                         This is your seat, accept it.


                         The struggle is the dream,


                         a hot order of suffering, unnecessary.


                         Stand up, kiss the Buddha and sit


                         down.
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