Tuesday, December 6, 2011

On Impermanence

This
Will fade
Ev'rything
Will disappear
Like all that you hear,
Like the sound of a bell,
A receding ocean swell,
A story that you once heard tell,
The last remnants of a tree that fell,
Or an old fear that is finally quelled,
Shattered when touched by the omnipresent spell
Cast upon the currents of the rivering world

4 comments:

Brian said...

Something so musical about the etheree when done well like this.

Jim714 said...

Thanks, Brian, for taking the time to post a comment. And thanks for being so supportive.

Best wishes,

Jim

Brian said...

Jim, I've endorsed your blog at my own this morning and added you to my blogroll.

"Shaping Words" is a treasure trove that "speaks to my condition". I've learned so much from you already. I've even returned to the "Kokinshu", making it a part of my winter reading -- starting with the winter waka, of course; this is Canada, after all. Brian

Jim714 said...

Thanks, Brian. I will reciprocate soon.

Nice to see you return to the 'Kokinshu'. As you know I have a great fondness for it. I haven't published any commentary lately, but I hope to get back to it early next year.

Stay warm,

Jim