It’s Poya, and dawn described the meaning of Impermanence (Annica).
Through the small window let into the upstairs hall, I caught a fleeting image of fluffy vermillion-tinged clouds engulfing the retreating sphere of the moon, sunset red as it slipped off the edge of the horizon: forever gone except in memory.
The monks, having filled the air with their chanting – the most minimal of melodies, a barely discernible cadence denoting rhythm – have left a moment of silence. Filled now by the sweet smell of incense …
… Now a symphony of sound. The world is awake! In their temple down the hill, the monks have begun the Buddham, Saranang, Gatchami: its affirmation and response lending a background rhythm to the deep bass notes of the pheasant, the sweet chirpings and twitterings of myriad other birds, the occasional exclamation of a rooster.
Moments pass: to be replaced by others, like a river of time, eternal, forever changing.
I didn’t know how perfect the title for this would be until I read the piece itself. I really enjoyed that feeling of impermanence that you share with us here. Every word and every sentence made sense and expressed that feeling. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you Joe, I’m, glad you liked it and that I managed to convey the impermanence of this morning to you.
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“Captures” very nicely a sense of the ephemeral……..
Thank you Madhu, It was just after five and I wasn’t really awake, but oh my, what a way to start a day:)
Impermanence, a topic I’ve been interested in for some time. Challenging to embrace it and work towards non-attachment.
But, as George Harrison sang, all things must pass.
The trick is to remember that …