If I could master just one art,

it would be the art of letting go:

of people I have known and loved,

of places I’ve traveled to and lived
of sunsets and full moons I’ve witnessed.

I would let go of this moment
as quickly as it appears,
faster if I could.
I would let go of things I wished for and

especially those wishes which came true.
I’d carry nothing from this moment
into the next.
For each moment
would have but one life,
never preceded by a memory
never, ever, followed by a wish.

Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -)

Photo Credit: Traditional Dance of Ecuador, Socrates Black, Digital Image, ©️2017.