The winds of time blow over us
Taking with it everything
it ever gave us, and more
All the hopes, dreams, promises
Those lived, those unborn
And the years, they fly by
like loose sheet music in the wind
Many songs sung, even more unwritten
All eventually blown away–
helpless autumn leaves making way for winter
No use holding on to anything
Let it go…all of it
Can’t stop the wind
Its bitter sting in winter
Its comforting touch in summer
It’s not ours. None of it
Much easier that way
No keeping after anything
Not even the fire warming us, and
certainly not the inevitable wind
Poetic Alchemist 
Andrew: Thanks. Slowly, bit by bit we can. It’s a daily journey for each of us…
Kai: Glad you do.
Oh I wish I could let it go! Time does fly by, though. I love this.
thank you…
i enjoy:)
Thanks Floots…as a musician I can see your smile.
Thanks Dan…as a lover and student of music I know you see, and as Mr. Non-Dual you definitely get it.
Polona: Thanks. Yes, it is very hard. Baby steps…
Paul: Thanks. You know personally. I understand what you are saying.
“It’s not ours. None of it
Much easier that way
No keeping after anything
Not even the fire warming us, and
certainly not the inevitable wind”
Amen, brother.
That recognition makes great suffering bearable – and while it does add a certain poignancy to life’s joys, on the whole, it heightens them. Speaking personally, that’s how I’d begun to experience life prior to disease onset in 94. Some wonderful years.
So true!
wise words as always.
but it’s often so hard to let go…
like loose sheet music in the wind
i love that image
it seems to sum up all that is good or bad
the concrete and the intangible
thank you