Anicca (…And This Is How It Goes)

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And this is how it goes:
The landscape of your childhood
goes first; then those who shared it.
Your own memories turn transparent
And one day, you go too.

A gravestone – a name, two dates –
marks your passage till rain and sun smooth it
into bald-faced anonymity.
The gravestone becomes a rock again,
the body becomes earth again,
the grasses sway in the breeze.

And this is the lie that never lets you see this:
this picture you are seeing just now –
of this field with swaying grasses.
As if the mind can show you
what will remain after you are gone.

3 thoughts on “Anicca (…And This Is How It Goes)

  1. Very well written and the end reminds me of a Zen Koan. How could the transient mind show what will remain after its eternal, time- and spaceless support has gone? But it does tell its fairy tale of the future if it follows the lines of your beautiful poetry… 🙂
    Thanks for this sharing this precious thoughts.

    • Just discovered a haiku by Basho which says the same thing so much more elegantly and beautifully:

      Summer grasses:
      all that remains of great soldiers’
      imperial dreams

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