Life’s too precious to spend it in the dread cycle of acquisition and protecting what we own. Still, our societies are based on this, and our nations set to war. The misunderstanding is simple: we’re not what we own. Nothing can be added, and nothing taken away, from a universal song.
Yesterday Afternoon
Laughing in the dentist’s chair
The doctor and his assistant singing
His wife reads vampire novels
Once a year he reads The Art of War
By his sure hand the needle goes in
This old body a timeless mortal hum
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[ 2056 ]
Categories: The Art of Being
William Michaelian 