The Impermanence Of Our Lives

what we carefully build
for years and years
like a mandala sand painting
of the monks

we soon shall destroy
we soon shall leave and
had that feeling of abandon
like the colored sands that we
finally sprinkle on the river

of life.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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