Friday, November 13, 2020

The Passing Dance

 This is the realm of the passing away. 

All that exists does not for long. 

Whatever comes into this world never stops sliding

toward the edge of eternity.

Form arises from formlessness and passes back,

arising and dissolving in a few dance steps 

between creation and destruction.

We are born passing away.

Seedlings and deadfall all face forward.

Earthworms eat what remains.

We sing not for that which dies

but for that which never does.

By Stephen Levine

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