You are always grasping something, my friend

Says my therapist

You must learn to let go:

Whenever your hands are not full

You want to get hold of something

Or indeed anything

Now a bird in your left hand

And a bunch of flowers in your right

That’s why you are unhappy all this time

Because you do not have more hands

To grasp more things

Like green backs, purple ribbons

Tall titles, soft sex and charming children

If you empty your left hand to catch the ribbons

You became unhappy about the departure of the bird

If you put down the flowers to take the greenbacks

You feel unlucky about the loss of beauty

But if you let go

Just let go

Whatever you are grasping

You can catch happiness readily

Since your hands are free

                                                              ~ Changming Yuan

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