Wayward, we trust in identity
Hoping life will bend and
Appease all attachments
That would make real our precious plan.
Try wishing and what-if-ing
Or find peace as right-here-right-now.
Trust only this moment’s arising
Rely on all that is
Speculatives that pretend
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