Saturday, December 15, 2012

The ideal (impermanence)


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The Ideal (Impermanence)  

And so…

I have lived the magic of impermanence
I have stayed in the inconstancy of doubt
I have enjoyed the fear of uncertainty
And the fact that time doesn’t wait for you to decide.  

So…

Watch her walk

Comply with her invitation to
Kiss her words, to
Lust after her thoughts
And to desire the essence of
The metaphor in her
Voice.

The ideal is the stroke of her
Lips against yours. But
That ends with the
Sound of the clock on the wall.

So then,

What is permanent?
What doesn’t end?

History. Memory.

But don’t get stuck in them.
You will live in the past.
Angry and alone.

Come back to us and recognize
That permanence is for books,
For the sky,
And for the ethereal in our minds.

Enjoy our human nature and cry
When impermanence renders your
Soul sad.

In the mean time,
Look into her mysterious eyes,
That give two meanings at a time
And
Declare your love.
Enjoy the moisture of
Dew on her petals
And see… the permanence of
Each moment that
Each morning gives.

The ideal is not permanent, I don’t think.
The ideal is enjoying the magic that
Impermanence can bring.


©2012 Cassandra Huidobro