swinging in the lilac flowers listening to sza for hours forgetting my ivory skin is solar powered shedding my old skin before i devour every moment on the horizon succeeding no longer trying law of least effort, divining law of impermanence, time not wasted on crying, trying to cling driving, light is dreadfully dim but i keep my finger on the pulse feeling the moment
I found my fate below my feet. So I continue to tread gently. Sobering up from the intoxication of seeking. My light has never been lost and need not to be sought. I’m breaking the walls I built to cover the real me. Coated with anxiously raised endurance and strengths. All the layers of fallacy. My true nature has always been fragile. Yet I’m toughened by life’s impermanence. Holding on to the very meaning of life. Embracing all sufferings and hardships. Without losing sight of my creative and truer self.
"For more than 500 years, pottery in Japan has found a new lease of life through kintsugi, the traditional Japanese art form of sealing cracks with lacquer and gold powder. This technique of repair embodies the wabi-sabi aesthetic, which embraces the beauty in imperfection."
_ _ , _ _ , 2 0 1 9 is a day gone to the ashes of kismet’s pages
the midday zephyrs and wino meditations that ran through streets like rainfall now live in the hippocampus
the bright side’s gone with the dark the whole day, for what it was, is no longer and it bugs me out
that through any endless combo of permutations and planetary rotations, the same circumstances that built the ground of yesterday will never repeat or will they?
I’ll never know like the licks that reduce a Tootsie Pop to crumbs I’m not intelligent, I’m dumb because it took me 27 years to learn the value of 24 hours to learn that a lotus bloom is something to treasure ten times more than scraps of pure gold
we are the children of nature what does that make our creations?
Humans birthed a cosmos of currencies and chambers of computer generated concoctions. . .
are they not descendants of the Mother? In some abstract way?
Idk, dude, I’m out of it, if you know me, you know exactly what that means - - but I digress - -
It’s just that I never got the chance to tell the day how grateful I was to have it and I now know that wasting time is a luxury modern civilization can enjoy after epochs and eras
this day and age is as far from perfect as the brain is from perfection, tech grew faster than the collective consciousness and we still limit worth and love to skin and heteronormativity
but at least for a small sliver of time things were, in a single moment . . . pretty good.
Summers of months that end in minutes Songs in minutes that end so fast Youth that has suddenly evanesced Moments of happiness never last. Winters drag time in cold slumber Crisis prevails for days on end Seniority feebly inches away Past seems eternally deranged.
Fierce frost freezes tears Discord reaps only stress As baleful blizzard nears
Condensing spring-dew clouds form Lightning racing Lacing the summer storm
With autumns leaves fall our dreams Drowned silent Deep in icy cold streams
Blossoms wilt as the winter sky fades Denied warmth Given too much shade
Life will show us incredible beauty and replace it with indescribable sadness. Impermanence is the only permanence. It is this transience itself that makes all of our experiences so vitally important, so beautiful.
Mono no aware describes both an appreciation of this beauty and a gentle sadness at the ephemeral nature of existence. It is generally regarded as nearly impossible to translate, but I have done my best lol. :p
I wrote this as an homage to a very important person/relationship. I have struggled most of my life to overcome the loss of this person's friendship, and this concept has helped me begin to view this in a way that I can actually process.
I attempted to capture the beauty, love, strife, and sadness of this experience in a 'mono no aware' style with senryus for this reason.
I rewrote this one a bit so I am shamelessly reposting. ;)
I am the observed A specific configuration of particles Manifesting for a short moment in time A seemingly stable consciousness Flowing within a volatile river of all
An ever changing experience of pleasure of fear of joy of pain contentment... until
I am the observed A specific configuration of particles Manifesting for a short moment in time A seemingly stable consciousness Flowing with in a volatile river of all
We are the observed Specific configurations of particles Manifesting for a short moment in time Seemingly stable consciousness's Flowing with in a volatile river of all
I am the observed
We are a river
Based on some thoughts as I drifted off to sleep, pondering the impermanence of life and the how its our choice to package as much or as little into this "blink of an eye " existence. More importantly that we roll with the punches and appreciate each second.
I want all my idols to be false All my effects the placebo kind All my monuments temporary My loves the fleeting type Cause I’ve got bones of gold And I bend easy Impermanently made Permanently desiring Permanence fearing So make all my monuments temporary All my loves the fleeting type
I find myself loving things that won't last, to save myself from having to end them. So here's a little ode, to craving but fearing impermanence