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Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things A simple rock. A blade of grass. They need no future goals, no tax exemptions They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything They just are. Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies, I envy the rocks and the grass And try to be like them for a moment. I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind- And it whispers in my ear: Just be. And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything. And at the snap of my fingers, All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind. Jacob Reinhardt 10/07/13

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