The flowing appearances of life are impermanent.
They arise briefly (sometimes for a millennium in the appearance of a white-capped mountain) and then they disappear.
One moment we’re cuddling our fuzzy-headed cooing infant; the next moment she’s walking down the aisle in a wedding gown.
One moment we’re throwing a football with Dad; the next he’s dozing in an overstuffed chair meeting death’s gaze.
A frozen snow-capped apple hangs precariously from a winter branch. Wind arises; apple drops to the earth. Last year’s fawn eats it. So precious; so fleeting.
Everything that appears disappears. We tend to forget this in our desire to keep life stable and secure.
Our friends come and go. Our interests rise, peak and wane. A thunderstorm shatters the heavens; sunshine drenches the meadows. Breath rises and falls. We try to grasp these flowing appearances in our hand, but they’re so often gone, gone, gone…
It’s time for this little blog, Simply Here, to melt back into the nothing & everything that birthed her.
Words can be the most fragile of fleeting appearances, can’t they?
Thank you for reading these past five or six years. May you be blessed by what never changes, never disappears, never births. May each of us learn the truth of what we are, if Life nudges us in this directionless direction.
Fondly, yet another mask of your very own self