POEM – Uncertainty

Uncertainty in life seems to me to be very much akin to non-attachment, the idea that nothing is permanent, anything can happen, and I need to remain flexible if I do not want to be getting bent out of shape to the breaking point every time a strong wind blows.

UNCERTAINTY (or HOLD TIGHT LET GO, or NOT MINE TO KEEP)

uncertainty is

my hibiscus bud

a bloom bursting forth

a feast for my eyes

joy that lasts a day or two

flourishes then dies

body that withers

a love in my heart

memory that lasts

 

no attachment

hold tight let go

an ache that cries

a love that sighs

my child’s voice sings

again, again

uncertainty

are you my friend?

Nmk

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