Transient
The passing clouds
Life moves
Things change.
Storms pass. Clouds roll.
Seasons come and go. Their cycles repeat but they are never the same.
People we thought would always be in our lives, may not be.
Life moves.
This moment is fleeting. Things we see as fixed, are transient.
Change is the changeless state.
Nothing is permanent except perhaps impermanence.
We can fight this and try to deny it. Or we can breathe deep, embrace it, committing to flow with what comes our way, as best we can. What we cannot do is change it.
The simple fact is life moves.
Haiku: by me
Go Deeper:
This guest post on expectations went live recently on Tiny Buddha