‘Whatever has the nature of arising has the nature of ceasing’ 

From the ‘Kimsuka Sutta’ of Gautama Buddha 500 B.C approx.


glimpses of the Irrawaddy river
peek through the palm trees,
light on the water,
a magnet for heroic notions of grace and truth

men and women crouch in the paddies,
their flattish, conical bamboo hats swaying like sampans,
the timeless repose of centuries,
the ceaseless clamour and swaddling of new-born,
the ceaseless tryst of mourning and death

enraptured, it is not the sultry weight of night,
now upon me, that grips the heart,
seeking solace in the silvery, translucent glow of Bodhigon,
what prevails is the desire to embrace,
to melt,
to unfurl words of satin and brocade

ancient river, flow through me, let
your iridescence garnish me with pearls,
reveal your prescient song
and vibration of mercy