Impermanence

Hemingway

Peace exists when you stop the need.

The want for more, the insatiable greed.

It is at our door.

To turn the key is to find the truth, to seek no more.

 

Our journey is like a rolling brook.

Who knows how long, and where it must go.

Only suffering is certain,

and death, that I know.

 

Let joy fill our heart.

   Let love feed our soul.

Our pain is our tutor.

We all pay his toll.

 

It is how we all learn.

how we blossom and grow.

Like the Cherry Sakura

that awakes from the snow.

 

As student becomes teacher,

we live for each day.

Knowing nothing is permanent.

Nothing can stay. 

 

 

 

  • Author: Hemingway (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2023 15:08
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 9


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