They don’t grieve over the past,

Nor do they yearn for the future

They live only in the present

That’s why their face is serene

Its from yearning for the future

And grieving over the past

This is how fools become withered

Like a fresh reed that’s been hacked down

The Buddha, Collected Discourses, 1.10

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