Being and non-being

We are all provisional,
temporarily here,
no Buddhist thought required for that.

Birth is birth
death is death
any slob can tell you.

Some days I feel older.
This month my dad hits 75.
I've realized that I became old
as soon as my kids were born.

Think you're not old?
Just ask your kids.

How long does the moon appear in the sky
before it wanes,
then disappears?

Seventy five, for him.
the moon wanes now
making him all the more precious to me.

We are all rainbows.
Not separate from the sky we arise.

Who wouldn't laugh in the autumn sun?