What's Here

You have to go uphill to go downhill,

You have to pace yourself downhill to avoid falling,

And you have to fall before you can get up.

The fog obscures your view of ahead and behind

But there is always the sense of what's here.

With each moment passing, a new existence is born and dies,

Don't be absent for its life.

There is all it could be,

And there is all it…