Impermanence Revisited in Poetry

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With impending sleep, we lay our beds on the seeming stability that is the land.

Solid.  Dry.  Stable.

The familiarity of the campsite.

The security of the fire.

The comfort of the sleep.

 

Anchored, we chase the wave, the impermanent thought of a faraway moon.

Taming it long enough to believe we are in control,

all the while wishing to join it in its mysterious evasiveness.

 

When we’re done with the power of the universe casting ripples on our ocean,

We return to what we know:

The familiarity of sleep.

The security of the campsite.

The comfort of the fire.

 

-JML

For more thoughts on impermanence, check our post Impermanence and the Beach.

Impermanence and the Beach

Mussels living through the change

Throughout the world, sandy beaches are amazing canvases of human art.  Sandcastles are created that amaze and inspire.  Words of love, names and dates are carved into the beach, creating memories of fantastic times that bring smiles to our faces.

Then as the ocean takes its place, the beaches are constantly changed and recreated.  Beaches grow shallow, grow deep, create pools and disappear altogether, all victim to the cycle of the oceans.  Sandcastles are wiped out and names fade into the sea.  We understand that these things are there just for a limited time.  No one frets about the name that was washed out to the ocean.

And yet, often we do not relate this understanding of beaches into the cycles of our lives.  As humans, we become attached to states, people and events.  We forget that all things are impermanent. In turn, we create the suffering that permeates our lives.  We are afraid of change and try to hold onto things long past their due date.  Unlike the acceptance of storms that we know will recreate shores around the world, we disregard the cycles of our lives.