Nothing stands.

Before any arising
Lies some falling.

As if each instant
Contains the seeds
Of life and death.

Yet,

We go on believing
In stone-like living

As if each moment
Is already indeed
Fixed and set.

We may see
All coming
All passing

Still we long
For something gone...

As if fear
Settles deep
In mind's corners
When faced
With the breaking
Of new matters.

Yet, not even this stands...

For the fall will come
Then the rising...

Until nothing stands...again!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Love,
Sylvie

Such wise and thoughtprovoking visions, dear Sylvie.

It's a journey ...

Love,
Margherita

The Journey

Nothing stands. Before any arising Lies some falling. As if each instant Contains the seeds Of life and death. Yet, We go on believing In stone-like living As if each moment Is already indeed Fixed and set. We may see All coming All passing Still we long For something gone... As if fear Settles deep In mind's corners When faced With the breaking Of new matters. Yet, not even this stands... For the fall will come Then the rising... Until nothing stands...again!

Sylvie talking about NOTHING again.. he he..

OK enough silly.. though you have to admit, Nothing starts and nothing ends your poem! LOL

You remind me of Deepak's latest book, the cover being a butterfly, and he talks about how it eats the carcass of the centipede... a life, a death, a life, the age old cycle!

And... of course.... NOTHING IS PERFECT! he he.. sorry, I just hadda add that.

Love and light being, Teo

Dear Sylvie,

This is very deep and
meaningful.

...A lifetime is like a fash of lightning in the sky, rushing by like a torrent down a steep mountain.

Buddha

Thank you Sylvie.

Love,
Sue

You speak truth so beautifuly
Sylvie.

Love,
Eric

Hehe Teo...


NOTHING is my motto... I am an Osho kind of gal remember ??

Love,
Staranza