All will be lost to dust in time.
Even my music,
Even my music will one day be forgotten.
I create and will continue to create
As any true artist would,
But I will abandon my creations
With a noble heart and poignant mind
So that they may take on a life of their own.
I will not form attachments.
Like the Buddhist monks and their mandalas
Made of colored sands,
I will allow my works to be transformed
By the flowing river,
To be deposited on distant shores
Or to be destroyed outright.
When one gives of himself,
When one truly sacrifices,
There is a reward to be had.
Something Lesser
For something Greater.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 11:14 AM UTC
All will be lost to dust in time.
Even my music,
Even my music will one day be forgotten.
I create and will continue to create
As any true artist would,
But I will abandon my creations
With a noble heart and poignant mind
So that they may take on a life of their own.
I will not form attachments.
Like the Buddhist monks and their mandalas
Made of colored sands,
I will allow my works to be transformed
By the flowing river,
To be deposited on distant shores
Or to be destroyed outright.
When one gives of himself,
When one truly sacrifices,
There is a reward to be had.
Something Lesser
For something Greater.
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