written after visiting small farm towns in China
Time Passes
Does it pass here as well?
Framers toil
Planting as their father did
Digging the irrigation ditch
As grandfather did
Spreading the grain to dry
Raking, raking
As the ancestors did
Time crawls painfully on aching knees
While overhead
Microwave, radio wave and TV
Transmissions
Erode the old ways
Waves that relentlessly batter the shores
Where is the Buddha now?
Asks the Tao
The Buddha says, “It all makes sense.
It is impermanence.”
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