मंगलवार, 22 जनवरी 2013

in the realm of the passing away











This is the realm of the passing away.  All that 
exists does not for long.
Whatever comes into this world never stops sliding
toward the edge of eternity.
Form arises from formlessness and passes back,
arising and dissolving in a few dance steps between
creation and destruction.

We are born passing away.
Seedlings and deadfall all face forward.
Earthworms eat what remains.
We sing not for that which dies but for that which 
never does.




~ Stephen Livine
from Breaking the Drought: 
Visions of Grace



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