This Too Shall Pass
This Too Shall Pass By Deborah Sharma I recite and repeat, “This too shall Pass”, The fleetingly unreal cannot last, Perishable experience certain to fade, Then why do I continue to feel afraid? Pinning my hopes on moments of pleasure, Believing this is how I truly measure, It seems so convincing to accept what I find, My awareness in a disturbed state of mind, Inundated with dramas of everyday strife, Becoming entangled in the play of life, Climbing upwards but never staying at the top, Careening downwards in a depressing drop, Rejecting ‘What is’ remains as unfulfilled desire, Craving more of ‘What is’ of an extinguishable fire, Birth, Pleasure, Pain, Death drives us to progress Within a lifetime search beyond material process, I cannot be stuck ‘like this’ forevermore, When eternal blissful love rests before, Though it feels like eternity in the here and now, I acknowledge this expiring existence with a bow, I respect Karmic lessons here to teach, Hel