A Page from My Inbox: The Professor’s Daughter Sends Me a Poem
She wrote, “I also went to Vipassana this week. The topic was impermanence and the teacher read a poem. (I’ll paste it below after you’ve just blogged that you don’t love poetry. I toyed with whether to include it and decided you can always ignore it.) … . Anyway, I was sitting in Vipassana group and downward dogging in yoga and all these happy-class-like things were being said. It made me think of you.” Poetry-hater that I am (haha), I love this and feel blessed that it made my dear friend think of me.
THE DAKINI SPEAKS
by Jennifer Welwood
My friends, let’s grow up.
Let’s stop pretending we don’t know the deal here.
Or if we truly haven’t noticed, let’s wake up and notice.
Look: everything that can be lost, will be lost.
It’s simple–how could we have missed it for so long?
Let’s grieve our losses fully, like ripe human beings,
But please, let’s not be so shocked by them.
Let’s not act so betrayed,
As though life had broken her secret promise to us.
Impermanence is life’s only promise to us,
And she keeps it with ruthless impeccability.
To a child she seems cruel, but she is only wild,
And her compassion is exquisitely precise:
Brilliantly penetrating, luminous with truth,
She strips away the unreal to show us the real.
This is the true ride — let’s give ourselves to it!
Let’s stop making deals for a safe passage:
There isn’t one anyway, and the cost is too high.
We are not children any more.
The true human adult gives everything for what cannot be lost.
Let’s dance the wild dance of no hope!