impermanence

impermanence

if you listen
inside you’ll hear
a whisper, 
ALL,
everything – 
good or bad
light or dark
kind or cruel – 
passes into
the next moment
where possibility
waits like dew 
on the morning grass. 

This poem is also part of a collection I put together called Meditative Blossoms.

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