Thus
Arises...
Searching
for the immortal,
hope
gives way to fear;
Even
hope is but a thought,
that
attaches an ego here.
Here,
now is the moment,
the
moment gets lost in thought;
Speculation,
calculation, surmisal,
of
what is, could be or not.
The
fleeting images takes precedent,
like a drowner struggling to survive;
Grabbing
for any support,
grasping not
to die.
Vehicles
come and go,
Drivers
go through a few;
Drivers
eventually come to rest,
the
body and mind will too.
“I
am this body” , “I have these thoughts”,
“These
are my feelings and vision...”,
These
are merely flashes on the screen,
taking
part in the ego’s delusion.
Even
saying “nothing will last”, “all will give away”,
are but
words upon the speaker of the mind;
Being
with emptiness, here and now,
is
different then these linguistic signs.
So
distractions take precedent, the eternal neglected,
the
moment gives heed to the morrow;
Thus
arises pain,
Thus
continues sorrow.
Within
the Moment remains the eternal,
What
is, what was, and what will be;
This
can be relied on,
to
tune towards eternity.