When all is going well,
going badly is not far away.
And when all seems lost,
well-being hovers nearby
like the breath of an angel.
Exulting will be humbled;
despairing will be consoled.
Lucky is the one who has
waves like these to ride—
systole and diastole
that nourish our days.




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