A mountain stream cascades
through brambles and over stones:
I hear the water as I sit
in silent contemplation.
I came to these mountains
to clear my head and my heart
of recurring bouts of heaviness,
hoping Iíd find forgiveness
for I donít know what,
or at least, some understanding.
We all have hidden things
filling the pockets of our lives,
weighing us down more and more Ė
things we are ashamed of;
memories we wish to forget;
experiences we could have done without.
That is what brought me to this stream,
because I know if I do not release these
they will continue to haunt me
out there, in manís cities
and the pollution within
will be worse than that without.
By the sound of the waters
I find myself saying:
I will not be a slave to my past;
I will let it go into the starry night.
I will take on my problems
as tasks to be performed,
which I must complete
that I may move on,
emptying my pockets
and walking lightly once more.
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