One may roll over all one’s sides,
and yet, find not exceptions any!
The autumn winds rob
the structures of majestic trees,
The springs then come,
adding novelty and green.
Celebrations of birth,
The midways of sufferings and joys,
Life unfolds an array of experiences,
until the curtains draw a close at death.
Lilies, roses and the like
bloom to simmering beauty
Soon, meet their demise.
The planets, black holes, and meteors,
All are subject to changing course.
No thought is steady,
No emotion un labile.
This fleeting panorama
of cyclical fates…
Ah!!I thought I could rest a while,
only to know the myth of it all.
Karma constantly operates on us.
“transformation” is the perennial word,
“change”, the only ethical vogue.
to witness these with a steady eye
is the gleeful & courageous stoic’s way
- MUSINGS OF THE AWAKENING SOUL