Some thoughts on impermanence. I guess some would call it a poem…
Change
what there is
may not be there
and what may come
has always been
what is a rock
is tomorrow’s sand
your deepest wish
buried in your hand
the seed you sow
may not become
the plant envisioned
but it will find its way
if you water it
change eats
from the bowl of the past
slowly emptying
the reservoir of certainty
with each spoonful of dwindling prospects
remember
you’re being nourished
Beautiful, Sven! I especially love the way this part seems to embrace the limitless possibilities available in every moment.
“the seed you sow
may not become
the plant envisioned
but it will find its way
if you water it”
Thanks Tracie. It seems that when we try to control the outcome too much we forget why we do what we do.
“what may come has always been”
Sometimes we simply miss that things are already in place. Stopping and looking around is a good idea.
Great photos, Sven.
Thanks for stopping by, Jan. Change is the only thing that’s constant, isn’t it?
Nourished by dwindling prospects, and the food for thought you always provide! I recognize that vista, thanks for being there.
the view was great on a wonderful day, Christine. Thanks for getting me there!