“For it is up to you and me
to take solace
in nostalgia’s arms
and our ability
to create
the everlasting
from fleeting moments.”
―
A tradition among Zen monks was to write a last Haiku before they pass from this life to the next. This Haiku by Gozan was written by him at the age of 71 years in 1789.
“The snow of yesterday that felt like cherry blossoms, is water once again.”
I love how this Haiku reflects the impermanence of life. The cherry blossoms last only a short time in Japan and the snow melts almost immediately upon touching the ground.
Why do we forget how quickly life changes? Why do we cling onto the old, the past, or worry about the future?
In doing so, we miss this precious beauty, which is ever so fleeting.
LIVING IN THIS MOMENT 
Beautiful Haiku and I agree with your post.
Thanks Irene! Lovely to hear from you 💕
Thank you very much Karen. Nice to see you again in here, I have been away for long time.
This was a superb write up on Impermanence, Karen and so true are the quotes, nothing lasts then why go back to the past or tomorrow or future when nothing exists but the Here and Now. I too am reading Thich Nhat Hanh book on the art of living and he has said so beautifully on Impermanence. Too good.
I love Thich Nhat Hanh also Kamal. The here and now is all we have! ✨😉✨
Yes absolutely true and agree totally with your words, Karen🙏🙏🙏🙏
to bed at last
with luck
to awaken again
in the next life, karen!
last haiku to you
dear sweet world, like popsicle’s
goo bidding adieu 🙂
Oh I hope it’s not your last Haiku David! Although it would be sweet to wake up in the next life I’m sure 👏✨💕✨💚
Sadly, it’s all too easy to lose sight of the joys of the day to day. Have been working very hard to seize the now. You have helped me. Xox
Beautiful Lori. And I know it’s a practice for us all. Thank you for being you 👏💕💚
I love this tradition, and what a powerful and wise haiku
It’s a beautiful Haiku! Thanks Beth 👏💕
Very soothing words, and oh yes why do we cling to the past as well as the future instead of existing in the NOW? Guilty and working toward it with each breath.
Me too Heather! 💚💕✨
So true, Karen.
It is Rosaliene 💕💚
Love this post Karen. Reminds me of:
No permanence is ours; we are a wave
That flows to fit whatever form it finds:
Through day or night, cathedral or the cave
We pass forever, craving form that binds.
– Hermann Hesse, from “Lament,” The Glass Bead Game: A Novel. (Picador; First edition, December 6, 2002) Originally published 1943.
Beautiful! And we find it so difficult to accept we are the wave! 🌊 Thanks for sharing Dave ✨
very Lovely post!!
Thanks Leyla 🙂