Impermanence

I was in a yoga class the other night and the teacher read part of this poem:

If we were not so single-minded

about keeping our lives moving

and for once could do nothing,

perhaps a huge silence

might interrupt this sadness

of never understanding ourselves

and of threatening ourselves with death

Perhaps the world can teach us

as when everything seems dead

but later proves to be alive.

-PABLO NERUDA, Extravagaria

It always amazes me when I catch myself being doubtful. How easy it is to forget the impermanence of everything.

Of course there's a spring on the other side of this winter.