Reading · Aubrey Wallace, ND’s Substack

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If I don’t
Stretch forward,
If I don’t
Replay the past,
And I listen
Carefully—
With my whole
Being,
Even my pain
Eventually dissolves—
Into an ocean
Of now.

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What causes so
Much fuss in my life then?
It’s Time.
Or it’s me—judging
My use of it.
I can’t get back
My precious moments—
But I can lose track
Of this one.
Who knows how precious
It could become?
Nothing to tie up with
A sweet little bow.

It's Time

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