Ephemera
Arthropoda, insecta, ephemeroptera
live for but one day. Mayfly, Junefly, fly fly away.
Dance the Brownian minuet.
The cloud rises ~ the dancers twirl.
Wave after wave; Rise, pause, whirl.
Can you glimpse Shiva spinning in the corner of your eye?
Smiling, at the least of these, your brethren?
O elect, O noble, O brief bit
All desire stilled-- but one.
To spin the wheel, just this once, again.
To be born again, to be born again.
Addendum: If you meet the Buddha on the road -- swat him.
It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It's called living. -Terry Pratchett
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