Reflections
There are times when it seems that fortune has nothing kind for us.
When one thing after another falls apart.
We are left to survey the wreckage of everything we thought we had.
Things we never truely had.
For we cannot have a thing.
Nor a person, nor land, nor an object.
They aren't ours.
Possession, control, authority.
These are illusions.
Some we weave for ourselves, some we work together to weave for all.
We enter this world with nothing, and that is exactly what we will take with us when it is all said and done.
The beauteous span between is what it is.
It cannot be owned, possessed, or controlled...
Nor should it be.
These matters are temporal.
Only recently am I accepting this fact.
Only when unburdened from clinging to the past,
Only when free of fear of the future,
Only without assumption can the moment be embraced.
After all, that's all I have.
When one thing after another falls apart.
We are left to survey the wreckage of everything we thought we had.
Things we never truely had.
For we cannot have a thing.
Nor a person, nor land, nor an object.
They aren't ours.
Possession, control, authority.
These are illusions.
Some we weave for ourselves, some we work together to weave for all.
We enter this world with nothing, and that is exactly what we will take with us when it is all said and done.
The beauteous span between is what it is.
It cannot be owned, possessed, or controlled...
Nor should it be.
These matters are temporal.
Only recently am I accepting this fact.
Only when unburdened from clinging to the past,
Only when free of fear of the future,
Only without assumption can the moment be embraced.
After all, that's all I have.