sometimesihatemycat

Is tragedy preventable
We like to think it so
From one to next
Each single one
Appears controllable

But if we ask in general
The answer’s surely no
The variance
Impermanence
The only truth we know

So I say allow it all
Each day that comes and goes
Do not prevent
Embodiment
From elation to sorrow

— A.R.

Painting by Elaine Despins at Artodyssey

A response to a post on speculativenonbuddhism.com blog.
I think my poetry represents my process more than my prose,
and is no less valuable.

~ by April on January 16, 2014.

Posted in Body, Death, Humanity, Identity, Loss, Meditation, Poetry
Tags: Alive, Anatta, Anicca, Body, Death, Dukkha, Embodiment, Glenn Wallis, Impermanence, Life, meditation, No-self, poetry, Self, speculativenonbuddhism, Suffering, Tom Pepper, Unease