We seek permanence in our relationships and then are miserable when we find the threads slipping from our hands. For in this transient world, can anything be held on to? When the body, through which I experience the world, is itself an everchanging phenomenon, what else can be permanent? That which seeks to hold, is itself as fluid as a flowing river. And yet, at another level, every relationship is permanent. Goes on and on, changing time, space and form. I'm fascinated by the paradoxes that make up this life.
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Children in their play, build castles of sand. And when the play is over, walk away. Its we, adults, the so called wise ones, who fall in love with such games and claiming every grain of sand for our own, weep salt tears of misery.
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doings of this world,
child's play, abandoned
on shores of time
to be broken and built again
and again
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Children in their play, build castles of sand. And when the play is over, walk away. Its we, adults, the so called wise ones, who fall in love with such games and claiming every grain of sand for our own, weep salt tears of misery.
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doings of this world,
child's play, abandoned
on shores of time
to be broken and built again
and again
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