The Process Of Change Poem by Amrit Rathi

Nothing is permanent.
Everything is subject to change.
Being is always Becoming.
— the Buddha
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Life’s but a process of change —
things by nature don’t last.
It may be joy or sorrow,
It may be anger, pain or laugh.
It may be wealth, power, or success
— Everything’s fleeting fast!

What goes up would come down;
and things just come and go.
Though we can’t figure it out
like the frames in a movie show.

Just like water yet we try to hold
the things in our wriggling hands;
In the face of storm why we wish
to leave our footprints on sands?

Though it’s futile and suffering,
that attachment to the flow of life.
Yet from the mirror of our mind,
the dust of delusion, we don’t wipe.

So flow with the things and just bid
Good-bye when parting as friends.
Want to live life or cause suffering?
The choice is entirely in your hands.

Happiness is precious, this moment
while it lasts you enjoy— no fears!
Pain or Sorrow—that, too, will pass,
just watch your poise without tears.

Life unfolds its richness, don’t strive.
And you get your gifts, isn’t it strange?
‘Grasping’ is the cause of all sorrow:
you can’t stop the process of change.

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