There you stand, aware of your mortality
Everything you are, you have built up, you have created
Is dedicated to death
The unknown transition, inherently transient
Impermanence is the very nature of your whole existence
Everything you are is borrowed
Your memory, your identity, your body
Every atom of your body
They are not yours
They shift from one shape into another
From aeon, to aeon
Timeless
Leaving behind all the ideas you attached to them
Your name, your body, your race, your culture, your identity,
your life, your family, your belief,
yourself
Your sadness, your trauma, your joy, your ecstasy
They have no persistence
No ground in the void
The moment you attach to them
Your suffering begins
You want to heal
What has no foundation to heal
Healing is an illusion
There is no way to avoid
The transformation of the very atoms in your body
The nature of transformation is inevitable
It is your mind that has not tasted the vastness yet,
that fears the unknown, what it cannot fathom and control,
that is limited to the narrow beliefs you have inherited.
You are a spark
Briefly shimmering through the emptiness of what you consider to be matter, reality
Lost in space when you separate yourself from the motion of existence
Which is home without a border nor a name
You crave to arrive,
But you have never left
Abandonment was just a story
You told yourself to make your attachment feel real, a vibrant illusion,
That created trauma, pain, suffering, heartbreak, breakup, crisis, loneliness, sadness, illness
The belief that there’s imperfection in the natural transition from form into form,
In the movement of the waves,
Being the ocean,
In the passing of the clouds,
Dissolving into the sky
And while you sit here grieving the volatile nature of everything you are, of everyone you know, of everyone you love, of all that is familiar to you
Your father and your mother
Your son and your daughter
Your laughter and your crying
Your joy and your ecstasy
You realize
There’s no healing of what is transient
Transience is the healing
Is liberation
Is relief
You need not attach to this precious existence to keep it alive
It is the very aliveness that makes you that spark in the void
Aliveness doesn’t care about your attachments
It doesn’t care about your feelings
It just tastes all of them, without discernment.
This spark is just too precious, too delicious to not be absorbed completely by this utter vibrancy
from which you have separated yourself
Because your idea of vibrancy excludes a whole spectrum of life
And so
You spend your whole life chasing phantoms
Improvement
Becoming a better version of yourself
Trying to escape your idea of not being good enough
Of being flawed
Of being incomplete
Desperately seeking the other, the better half
The better, the right place to be
And it’s never here
And never there
You have not lost it in the past
And will never find it in the future
And suddenly you understand
That even your exclusive illusion
Is entire vibrancy
You cannot escape it,
It too is the spark
That might one day collapse
and turn into a supernova
Birthing a new star