The fear and pain, the joy and love,
And everything we ever love,
Unfurls the universe of love:
We pass away, and we are love.
The scent of wood smoke from the fire;
Through frosted glass, a shooting star;
A flock of sparrows in the snow;
A note you wrote ten years ago.
I read the tales of Gilgamesh,
See broken hearts on river beds.
I walk the ancient woodland ways,
My worth is breath, my nights are days.
A life is made as seconds pass,
The birds all know their songs don’t last.
Here, now, where I listen to All Things Must Pass, by George Harrison