It passes

 

The grammar of reality

The logic of stars

And this human life

It passes, it passes, like froth on the sea-side sand

The sea persists

The stars persist

The sun persists

We pass

Life persists

Yet I pass

And why must it be so

Is not the question that has any answer ever

Perhaps the place of no questions

Is home

Perhaps the place where no answers are sought

Is home

Perhaps in forgetting, in absorption

Is home

Knowing is alien, half, confusing, partial, a process, a step, not home

Home is unknowing, forgetting, dissolving,

Rendered in the grammar of the stars, the logic of reality

This I, which is just a temporary placeholder

It passes, it passes, it passes.