B56E5F81-883D-4D7A-8545-E49C6A2562D1.jpegTao Writer (April 17, 1948 -)

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.