The Self
we cling to
so tightly
departs
in an instant.

Ephemeral moments
we could spend
making love,
eating, napping,
thinking, sighing,
engrossed in beauty

we waste on war,
greed, grasping,
hatred, hurting
and senseless ******,
the profound anxiety
of power, jealousy
and envy.

Worrying all the time.

And still,

the Self
we cling to
so tightly
departs
in an instant.

  ~mce