A wise man says, “Why build castles in the sand? ”
“The tide will simply wash them away? ”
“All of your effort will have been in vain.”
But the wise boy replies, “Yes, I know this castle will be gone tomorrow.
“So will the “I” that exists today. So will the “you.” Nothing lasts for even a moment.
“But it is only by shaping this form out of formlessness with my own two hands that I can get an idea what “castleness” is.
“I know it is not the one true castle.
“I do not mean it to be a testament to my skills.
“I have no desire to leave my “work” behind for posterity.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphysical