Throw it away, now that you’ve drifted across. Do you still need it? But how could you discard such a precious tool? Sure seems rude. When did I think that simply knowing was enough? Was I deluded? Form is emptiness. Likewise, emptiness is form. You know?
Emerald luster fades as each new year passes. Will it shine again? I look out as dawn reveals the trees, and I’m not so sure. The moon is always there, concealed by the sun’s light. More patient than me. What else might we find, patient, waiting for the light to dim?