Allow feeling its rightful place.
Experience, the very purpose.
Embracing life’s offerings.
Loosely grasping at the surface.

It comes, it goes.
Impermanence ebbs and flows.

Great mother’s bloom.
Rising from ancestral tomb.

Many fruit lay bitter sweet.
No less joy found to eat.

All must rest in earthly slumber.
Rising whole in greater number.

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