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My resolution is to shed regret
lose a few pounds of memory along the way
the more I know the less I will have to carry and care for
the emptiness I leave behind as reproof of my passage.

If I do not recognize myself upon the road
I may be mistaken for the Buddha.

A momentary illusion a hopeful sign if only for an instant
a year’s worth all of them different all of them the same
I have scattered them like seeds along the way
what flourishes in my wake is a garden in a desert.