Hold On Let Go
I’m sure the Buddha reached enlightenment during spring in Boston.
Beauty is temporary. Loss is temporary. Breathing is hard. Breathing is everything.
Hold on. Let go.
These flowers won’t be here tomorrow. Or maybe they will. Peace. Peace. Hold on. Let go.
The sun is hot. The sun is gone. Stay. Go. You are everything. Breathe in. Hold on. Let go.