My wants are so simple I don't even know what they are.
Life is simple. You just have to stop trying to figure it out.
A poem is an event, like a wedding or birth.
Ideas stand in the corner and laugh while we fight over them.
Any casual observer can tell at a glance I'm not the person I think I am.
May your wants be few and your pleasures many.
Where our attention goes, our mind and body go, too.
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