ODE TO IMPERMANENCE

O fleeting senses, fragile blooms of life's delight,

Bowing humbly to this material world's fading light,

Pain, the noble progenitor of all creation's breath,

In its throes, we find the genesis of life as well as the dance of death.

Behold, as we craft our own demigods and kings,

Self-created myths shattered, by the truth that self acceptance brings,

The parody of perfection, a cruel jest on mortal clay,

Only in accepting oneself, can we find our way.

I refuse to hail the flawed reflection they perceive,

In questions deep, the weight of its own crosses my soul weave.

Flesh, blood, and mind, the essence of our material core,

Stigmata of our earthly existence, unto ashes we must endure.

The journey from atman to brahman, where existence finds its song,

Yet in this fleeting moment, here is where we belong.

To be, to watch, to fade, our destined fate we must swiftly brave,

In the vast expanse, our souls kiss the universe, so grave.

Alone, in this fading Babylon, we stand tall and proud,

For within impermanence, our essence is avowed.

Seek one must, to find solace in our transient bloom,

Embracing our mortality amidst the vast expanse, we find our peaceful room.

Koala Kraft