What is the fuss?

A sage once spoke, with wisdom clear:

"Death is beside us, always near.

And yet we live as though our name

Is not inscribed in fate the same."

From breath's first stir, we take our place,

In queue toward our final grace.

Why then the anger, the fear, the pride,

When all must flow with life's great tide?

The Buddha sat beneath the tree,

And whispered truths that set us free:

“What ages, sickens, dies—it must.

And I, like all, am not exempt.”

All this unfolding, follow the law of dharma

The body fades, the moments fly,

The laugh, the tear, the question: why?

Yet in this ebb, this endless change,

Lies peace profound and vast, not strange.

For joy will pass, and so will pain,

Like sun and cloud and sudden rain.

Hold not too tight, let sorrow go,

Let time come and gently flow

In seeing this, the heart is free

Unchained from what it ought to be.

So walk with grace, and when you fall,

Know loss and gain are part of all.

The truth is not to fear or flee

But learn to be, and let things be.

#mindfulness #impermanence #grace #truthofchange