You own, WHAT?

You own nothing.  

Even those things which are in your possession now, do not belong to you.

Unless you created it yourself, even the most beloved object came to your life trough someone else and will pass out of your life no matter how tightly you attempt to cling.

Even the things you create will either be used up or given away, or pass from your grasp as your life changes.

 You came into this life with open hands, empty and welcoming to the joys and treasures which you will enjoy, use up and then let go so that it can carry your memory beyond you - like the memory of your great grandmother still clings to the apron she sweet or the platter she served Thanksgiving meals from.

 unfair though it may seem,



your nightgown may very well



have a longer life expectancy than your skin

 So shed the gown and let the skin revel in the warm breezes

 and the lover's caress