In the Realm of the Passing Away

In the Realm of the Passing Away

By Stephen Livine

This is the realm of the passing away.  All that 

exists does not for long.

Whatever comes into this world never stops sliding

toward the edge of eternity.

Form arises from formlessness and passes back,

arising and dissolving in a few dance steps between

creation and destruction.


We are born passing away.

Seedlings and deadfall all face forward.

Earthworms eat what remains.

We sing not for that which dies but for that which 

never does.

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