Impermanence

A rotten orange and this magic wand
some bones to hold
the lump erect

A starter pistol barks for the ready wheels
all thrust and penetration
not circumspect

A fire burns until it's out
without much worry
I suspect


Impermanence (Tib. metakpa)

The magic wand is the appearance of a fixed reality in the orange before it rots. Bones give structure to thoughtless agency. Onward, into the fog. Impermanence is demonstrable, what use is its contemplation? Born into bodies, we had to invent the wheel. This is not the problem. We are like plankton feeding ourselves to the whale of endless craving. We are fire, burning through everything we desire, and suffering pain and loss is the inevitable smoke of this burning.

“In horror of death, I took to the mountains – again and again I meditated on the uncertainty of the hour of death, capturing the fortress of the deathless unending nature of mind. Now all fear of death is over and done.”

—Milarepa