Empty Heart

Garden perfect in wabi-sabi indifference.

When a soldier drops next to you, 

you just keep walking.

What happens to the love when you die?

Where is the love when you don’t feel it?

Civilization just another word for nothing

meant to last.

We have paintings, poems, music; captured

moments of beauty to be relived.

All that too will be gone.

The only joy is that beauty, humor, love arise

wherever mind does. 

Eternity of ephemeral circumstance,

serendipity of causality,

nothing left to chance,

wrote a song about it…

want to hear it?

Goes like this: