I spent decades going on about how nothing doesn't change
Slow tattooing the word impermanence bold across my face
I lived examples. I found words to say it yet another way:
Death and birth and changing weather
Romance blown away
I just wanted to say something true
And complicate my youth
But now a new idea complicates my old age:
Nothing arises in the first place
All this impermanence is just another thing my mind made
I was never here, and nothing goes away
In mystical ignorance, I've prioritized joy
I've chosen to see this and not that
I laid in the tall grass
I just watched the breaths fall and rise
While this life goes by
The constant catastrophes pound on the door
And who isn't my neighbor on this flaming globe?
Now I'm staring at a boulder
Trying to tell myself this didn't arise
I need new eyes