Swept to old age no shelters exist.

Based the silly Zen Kitten's words.

- I tried to put it in the  form of a sutta/sutraa -

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Impermanence lurks at every corner,
Every moment is discreetly anew.
Every minute we are a minute older,
Every straight will become askew.

Everything built will be gone,
Everything done be undone,
Everything born will die.

So treasure every rising instant.
Savor every passing  moment,
As you see its every "now" fly.

With the light of a new awareness in your eye.

If life is a lesson

If life is a lesson its one h3ll of a session, 

and I really hope the test is Far...

And I'm without worry, though I didn't study, 

I zoomed through like a fast car.

I appreciate every nick, bump and crack, 

Sometimes held high but mostly fell back,

I don't regret anything I've done in vain,

Buddhists get to take the course again*

*wrote this as reply to a friend ... last part is meant as a joke  

I would really like to believe there is a life after death .. 

Reincarnation is particularly a nice idea... 

Call me a kill joy but I think when you die, 
that would be the end of it all .

Life is: Still motion

Life is: Still Motion

Life is: still motion! Infinite instants,

played by frame on the reel of tide;

Broken love and snatched moments, 

answered prayers, dreams denied.

For a very close friend.

Why Do I Write?

I pain, then write to quote my pain. In a nutshell.

Started to write because I get a better sense at things when I read them  .. To "have a look" at a thought;a couple of rhyming words;  a story  that just hang around, telling itself in the back of my head like a catchy tune.

Around age 20  I learned that what you write for someone can make them feel 'better'. So I wrote things for one person's eyes.

The pantheon of goddesses that swept through my life, taught me that, some of the things I write, are enjoyable to read; I must admit its fun to try and manipulate logic and environment;
To make a small effort knowing someone will read the text, followed by the mild surprise of someone liking it.

Heart of stone

click on the pic to see original location.

I am well placed to know,
Some people think it cannot love,
But it cares for friend and foe;
Nothing weakens its resolve.

Unbiased; it waivers not to emotion.
Dwells on the street and in a loft.
But no amount of tears or lotion,
could ever make it grow soft,
or ever weaken it's devotion.

Another one of my 10 mins posts on DA  - For a friend who's always good for a laugh or a goof.

Crying Winter Tree (aka a photo of you )

Don't cry for your fallen leaves,

The spring will bring them new,

soon they will rise with the sun,

to shower in the dew...

(for a dear friend's DA post - click on the pic to see original location)