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Dance of Change
There would be no chance at all of getting to know death if it happened only once. But fortunately, life is nothing but a continuing dance of birth and death, a dance of change. Every time I hear the rush of a moun- tain stream, or the waves crashing on the shore, or my own heartbeat, I hear the sound of impermanence. These changes, these small deaths, are our living links with death. They are death’s pulses, death’s heartbeat, prompting us to let go of all we cling to.
Letting go of what we cling to and impermanence could become
small obsessions. I mean if everything is impermanent why try
to obtain it in the first place, only to know that there will be loss
involved. We get so wrapped up in our relationships and our
material worlds that the thought of it all being ripped away at
any moment is enough to depress anyone. But if we can learn
the simplest lesson, of not clinging to the transient we can save
ourselves much sorrow and pain. Yet it is not easy, I think we do
in fact cling to these things because it is our relationships with others
as well as what we acquire through our labors that at the end of the
day defines our reality. To find that definition
only within oneself and within nature is a difficult task but one
that we can gain only through meditation and reflection.
