Saturday, February 10, 2007

Impermanent Being
By Don Iannone

Comes a time
when we must go.
Before that time
we don't exactly know.
Seems unfair
a secret to the very end.
But how much notice
we cannot amend.
No matter how much time
we have to be...
It's never enough for you or me.
Posted by at
Labels: , , , ,

7 comments:

trinitystar said...

love it! but then we do have the time ... if you remind yourself that you are eternal Don.

hugs for you :o)

6:17 PM
polona said...

seems true but depends how much of that time we really lived...
good one!

6:23 PM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Ah time, this question is so troubling for us. I enjoyed this, and it seems we have been wandering around, lost in the same woods. Good one Don!

11:54 PM
Dan said...

Umm humm...

10:00 AM
QUASAR9 said...

And so it was designed to be
For a while here, and then
who knows where tomorrow we'll be

12:58 PM
Kai said...

lovely

3:17 PM
Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Thanks all.

Death...a part of life, and life part of the brilliant illusion God allows us all.

Karma...that soul-stream lingering and morphing into what it must embody. And the future, but the next moment awaiting and unfolding the next breath...

7:10 PM

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
Friends' Blogs