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Holding to past,
as if it were present.
Fearful of future,
and coming resentment.
Controlling from past
and limiting now,
prevents me from being
this moment, somehow.
I want presence peace.
Yet out of my grasp,
I've seen it fleeting,
Come back to me now.
In all present moment,
don’t leave me weeping.
Release the joy,
I know is within me.
Not for a moment,
but for all my life keeping.
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