The past is a weight with invisible chains,
The future, a storm of imagined rains.
But now is a sky, open and wide—
Where nothing is lost, and nothing must hide.
Finding the now treasure

The past is a weight with invisible chains,
The future, a storm of imagined rains.
But now is a sky, open and wide—
Where nothing is lost, and nothing must hide.
Finding the now treasure

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