Nothing Lasts...

As in this being so in all else
nothing lasts now, no rivers still.
No rootless flora frees of wilt.
Nothing lasts where life still dwells.

Hence, blood fades with trick of age,
no darkened days escape such fate.

From this blur within - without
there is need to mind such ways.
All solid forms are hidden waves.
Be ever mindful, wishing off the mouth.

As wanting thought is needing set.
Nothing lasts, nor good or bad.

As in this life so in all else
interwoven minute threads
fade the line of wishes spoken.
Freedom breaks but upon ourselves.

What of waking to perfections absence?
To strive for less is a lesson in respect
of yourself, and all else, in one vessel across.
As nothing lasts, but nothing is lost.

Reviews

[Tomoe Tellez]

I feel like this poem contains words of great truthful meaning, especially the last line and this one : Nothing lasts, nor good or bad.
It really got me thinking so it's a great poem.

[Abyssmouse]

Many thanks for the review.

[Kay]

I love this a lot. Beautiful and wise words, Abyssmouse! :)