I spent decades going on about how nothing doesn't change
Slow tattooing the word "impermanence" bold across my face
I lived examples, I found words to say it yet another way:
Death and birth and changing weather
Romance blown away

I just wanted to say something true
And complicate my youth
But now a new idea complicates my old age:
Nothing arises in the first place

All this impermanence is just another thing my mind made
I was never here, and nothing goes away

In mystical ignorance, I've prioritizеd joy
I've chosen to see this and not that
I lay in the tall grass
I just watchеd the breaths fall and rise while this life goes by

The constant catastrophes pound on the wall
And who isn't my neighbor on this flaming globe?

Now I'm staring at a boulder trying to tell myself
"This didn't arise"

I need new eyes