‘All
lost things are equal’ was on the feed
and
you thought, no, not so simple. Can’t equate
the
clutter falling away with stuff we need.
The things lost that somehow first accumulate
due
to some character flaw – the grasp of greed.
Let
the inessential fall away soonest,
let
all that weighs down be completely lost,
just
the meaningful remain, the spare, the best –
the thin thread of your track, streams crossed and uncrossed,
your stars overhead, the movement and the rest.
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