Brian Taylor - UPEKKHA

Looking with dispassion,
with equanimity,
doesn't it shine brighter than a thousand suns?
The broken wing,
the severed finger,
the uncompleted life
'the smyler with the knife'
the smell of fear
spirochaetes, viruses and germs
and the ever-chewing sepulchral worms?

And don't we see a thousand times and more
that what we build and try to hold in place
disintegrates, vanishes without trace?
And what we hoard up
and try to store
provides a breeding ground for rats?

And this which is the Past
is also Evermore?

And what we cannot preserve here
when we have felt the betrayal of the breath
we save for heaven,
taking our joys and pains
across the no-man's land of death
and there, in finer, subtler, intellectual realms
plant our standards.
and still the Eternal, empty wind
blows them down.

Brian Taylor

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