we suffer in the misery of life
that we may never cling to this life
we are given a greater gift--
for this life was never our own,
we should not seek to make it our own
let it go--
what is ours is a new Humanity:
where I is not just mine
and you are not just for you
Illusions will not be called Reality
and Injustice will not be called Morality
this succulent fruit has fallen on the ground,
torn by ravaging winds from its canopy
let it be, let it rot, let it roll
let the seeds roll
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