poem/prose meant to sound like a Suttra, after explaining one on growing old
Based the silly Zen Kitten's words.
- I tried to put it in the form of a sutta/sutraa -
Impermanence lurks at every corner,
Every moment is discreetly anew.
Every minute we are a minute older,
Every straight will become askew.
Everything built will be gone,
Everything done be undone,
Everything born will die.
So treasure every rising instant.
Savor every passing moment,
As you see it's every "now" fly.
With the light of a new awareness in your eye.