Sunday, November 18, 2012

Current Events

The election is over. Some people
Are sad and some people are ecstatic.
These feelings resemble a church steeple
That will quickly vanish in some tragic
War that grew out of sectarian strife,
A forgotten cause no one remembers.

All things vanish in the river of life,
All things are like a fire's dying ember.

Earthly things do not last or give shelter;
Impermanence is like a well-honed knife
That the fates use to slowly dismember
Things into their aggregates; a dream rife
With seeming meaning.  Beyond this nightmare
There's a formless refuge beyond despair.

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