Slippery Slope

Sliding down the slippery slope towards death,
Faster and faster. 
I try to put on the brakes, 
But each instant has passed almost before it begins.
What is the meaning of this hopelessness?
Shall I pretend that castles in Samsara last forever?

I am a sand castle on the beach. 
Each second a few grains are lost to the wind.
Soon the tide will turn and I'll be washed away.
Childhood, adulthood and old age, all gone. 
At least I can watch each grain of sand as it blows away.
I can watch the instants pass while waiting for the tide.

Well Hallelujah and Whoop De Do! 
I'll eat my shorts if that isn't a fabulous practice on the path to Awakening.


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