Forget the past, don’t think of days,
Which are about to come,
What could be better of the hour
You found yourself in now.
In the present only you can say
I live, I breathe, I think,
I feel this blow of the wind,
I see this gentle blink,
Of the sea-gull that is flying through the haze
I hear its nervous screech…
What is to come unknown to us
What passed can only teach
Us to appreciate the day,
God gave us a chance to reach.
Meditation
© Copyright: Дитрих Липатс, 2003
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