My thanks to aging for making me
\nincreasingly aware of the impermanence
\nof this life and of me.<\/p>\n
When younger, I didn\u2019t really get it.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t lived enough, seen enough
\npeople, things and events pass away, <\/p>\n
like leaves falling off trees on a river bank
\nand floating away in ever rushing waters,<\/p>\n
like ever passing lives.<\/p>\n
Now many people and generational icons I knew
\nare dead \u2013 gone forever.<\/p>\n
Now I look forward to joining them
\nin what I believe is a glorious, permanent existence.<\/p>\n
Of course, my belief could be wrong. <\/p>\n
The only permanence I could die into might
\nbe just a permanent death and nothing more,
\nno heaven, no nirvana, no eternal bliss, nothing.<\/p>\n
Or, I could die and have to come back to
\nthis impermanence again, maybe as
\nan improved, better me facing all the
\nuncertainties, the suffering, the evil
\nin this impermanence once again. <\/p>\n
I like my belief better, a permanent world
\ndevoid of the suffering, evil, and impermanence,
\na forever world of peace, love and bliss.<\/p>\n
And Mike Mchugh and Joe Drew, if you\u2019re reading
\nthis from the other side, <\/p>\n
If what I believe is true, <\/p>\n
I hope to meet you there too. <\/p>\n
Bob Boyd<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My thanks to aging for making me increasingly aware of the impermanence of this life and of me. When younger, I didn\u2019t really get it. I hadn\u2019t lived enough, seen enough people, things and events pass away, like leaves falling off trees on a river bank and floating away in ever rushing waters, like ever… Continue reading