Everything will fade,
What you hold dear,
What you thought yours,
What generates pride.
Everything will pass,
The reasons for your joy,
The cause of your sorrow,
The illusion of self.
A brief interlude of existence,
A drop in infinity,
A fleeting moment of meaning,
A defiant blip in nothingness.
Enjoy the ride,
Cherish the now,
Shed your fears,
Do not laments pour.
Everything will subside,
Then spring forth anew.
Everything will end,
Then start in new guise.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC
Everything will fade,
What you hold dear,
What you thought yours,
What generates pride.
Everything will pass,
The reasons for your joy,
The cause of your sorrow,
The illusion of self.
A brief interlude of existence,
A drop in infinity,
A fleeting moment of meaning,
A defiant blip in nothingness.
Enjoy the ride,
Cherish the now,
Shed your fears,
Do not laments pour.
Everything will subside,
Then spring forth anew.
Everything will end,
Then start in new guise.
Some reflections on impermanence of existence