People say life is short.
But look!
It is infinite, like this blue sky
Every moment demands for itself
a new meaning, a new light
The very withering of a flower
is the value of its fragrance
It is thirst that makes water sweet
Without the austerity of autumn
how is the joy of spring possible?
Ephemerality, This is not fear,
It is the sweet music of life
Rising like a wave, Then dissipating,
And being reborn again
Death Not fear,
It is movement, It is balance
That gives life solemnity
The one who departs is not immortal,
But their memory
In moments of time
Awakens the touch of eternity
What remains with us, This is all
We can save this one thing
Conscious presence in every moment
So live like a river flows
gazing skyward,
like a flower even in a moment's sunlight
discharges its color
So we must live,
surrendering ourselves to the flow of life
Transience is not a curse;
it makes us warriors of every moment
That is the only eternity,
which we can accept and be free of
