The Beauty of Impermanence

I hear the rustling of a single, worn leaf as it gently rides a humid zephyr,

It pours out from the thicket of tall oaks and magnolias,

Trickling in at a glacial pace,

Our elders remind us of how fleeting our time is here,

That the dancing flames initial violent spark,

That flailing flicker manages to paint a portrait of golden shine and brilliance,

Blinding cynics and nihilists who ironically don't see it, not because of it's absence, but because of its sheer brightness,

Hastily burning bright and loud,

It could be mistaken for the prescience of a seeress playing out her own storied end,

When were left to sift and shuffle our feet through their ash on that valley floor,

That's when I realized how long and shifting the canyons of time are,

How cruel are the fates to shorten the linearity of time's arrow the more we laugh? And to extend it the more we suffer?

Relativity is the cruel consequence of our unitentional awareness,

These envious Fates,

Whatever these spectres are which covet our capacity for mortal love and inherent beauty due to our impermanence,

Would go on to show their contempt through a series of perpetually evolving and painful reminders,

A song that would remind me of him at the bar,

A man passing by on the street but undoubtedly wearing his voice,

That petrichor scent after a light rain on a blindingly sunny day,

These seeresses and witches of our fate misunderstood one thing,

A thing that would prove they could never be human,

A thing that our elders somehow knew,

We suffer and endure such unimaginable pain so often and for so long, that the unending reminder of what we lack is that which we treasure the most,

Impermanence teaches us to revere and reminds us of our sorrow while also learning to honor our losses,

The bittersweet irony,

Pain, is itself that nostalgic reminiscence which we grasp and claw at to be the thing we live for,

The thing we love,

All experience is just an emergent hologram springing forth from the fundamental,

Adversity,

Hurt,

Trauma,

Those are that from which radiance is born