Francis Meyrick

The Illusion of Permanence

Posted on November 26, 2014

The Illusion of Permanence

Nothing is Permanent. The only constant is Change.
Might as well get used to that simple fact of our Life cycle. Everything is born. Hopefully, it matures. It decays. It dies. Then, depending on who you listen to, and what you believe, way-hay, it starts all over again.

People being people, they frantically seek Permanence, where none is possible. They work themselves to spiritual death, fingers to the bone, in order to pile up material wealth, say, in their retirement funds. Hey, I wish I had more in mine. There’s nothing wrong with providing for the long term. But how many retirees get to enjoy (spend) anywhere close to the Big Pile they cobbled together in a lifetime of working their fingers to the bone? How many times have I seen them retire, and keel over dead, eighteen months later?

The only constant is Change. That’s a fascinating (and liberating, actually) concept, for those who face that Truth head on.
To work is good. I like to work. But to Dream is also good. To Wonder. And Wander. Amongst the clouds.

Han-shan Te-ch’ing (1546-1623) put it this way:

Spring has come again the snow has finally stopped
The crescent moon and leafless tress look thinner than before
At night I push my window open and gaze into space
Beyond my pillared eaves spreads a sky of stars.

And again,

Resting at my open window I gaze out at mountains
A thousand peaks of blue and purple rise above the pines
Without a thought or care white clouds come and go
So utterly accepting so totally relaxed

The impact of this on us tiny hearts, is that what we think of as “the end of the world” and “Finito la Musica” and “I’ll never get over this…” is illusory.
In the Great Scheme of Things, this too will pass.
That thought may at first seem depressing.
But in truth, it is the opposite.

I blog about this, and for what it’s worth, here you go:

Starry, starry night

The Road of Light

go back to list of possible Stepping Stones Across? Fly

go back to Index? Smile

Amid a thousand clouds and streams
there’s an idle man somewhere
roaming the mountains during the day
sleeping below the cliffs at night
watching springs and autumns pass
free of cares and earthly burdens
happy clinging to nothing
silent like a river in fall

Last edited by Francis Meyrick on November 30, 2014, 11:33 am

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