The Impermanence of All Things
i watched them for days
five days
a dozen monks
in shifts of four, five, six
working from different corners, sides, angles
there were so many layers hidden by layers upon layers
the moment it was complete
i was standing there
i'd seen them put the finishing touches on the lotus leaves
and ice the cake with the blue frosting along the very edge with scallop motions
i thought to myself
this is the most beautiful thing i have ever seen
the elder sanctified the newborn
then with silence
reached and scratched the freshly finished canvas
silently
violently
he swept up the rainbow
into a mound of grey
it was again but sand
the sand of time
artistic and colorful and desecrated
cut like a pie
mashed like potatoes
divided into vials like blood samples
distributed to those that wanted a piece of the wall
before the remains were
tossed
with reverance
into the lake at the bottom of the hill
i stayed in shock for the evening
then got back to living
ate dinner
read stories to my daughter
made love to my partner
and cried for more life
five days
a dozen monks
in shifts of four, five, six
working from different corners, sides, angles
there were so many layers hidden by layers upon layers
the moment it was complete
i was standing there
i'd seen them put the finishing touches on the lotus leaves
and ice the cake with the blue frosting along the very edge with scallop motions
i thought to myself
this is the most beautiful thing i have ever seen
the elder sanctified the newborn
then with silence
reached and scratched the freshly finished canvas
silently
violently
he swept up the rainbow
into a mound of grey
it was again but sand
the sand of time
artistic and colorful and desecrated
cut like a pie
mashed like potatoes
divided into vials like blood samples
distributed to those that wanted a piece of the wall
before the remains were
tossed
with reverance
into the lake at the bottom of the hill
i stayed in shock for the evening
then got back to living
ate dinner
read stories to my daughter
made love to my partner
and cried for more life
posted by DeborahDrake @ 7:11 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
What beautiful artwork, I have always longed to have such patience. :)
That is so beautiful. I long to have that kind of ability for surrender and non-attachment.
Thank you for the link re. Ms. American Pie. That was lovely!
Beautiful poem Deborah. Thanks so much for the comment on my blog. I will be honest that I haven't been there in awhile. So wonderful that you know Karin. She has been part of a few of my writing classes and retreats. I'd love to invite you to a special 5-week class I'm doing at my home in Seattle. Email me if you are interested :) kathyjenkins@hotmail.com
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