Human, forgets...
What he ate last evening,
What he wore the other day,
The beautiful words spoken to him,
Or the wrongs committed against him...
The day's agony endured,
The moment he professed, "Without you, I am lost,"
Human, forgets...
In this world, he deemed eternal,
As he forgets the hour of his birth's arrival;
He forgets that one day he shall meet his final...
Living as if he will never die,
Thrown into disarray by the news of death's call.
In truth, what aches is not the departure of the deceased,
But the remaining without them...
In those moments, he contemplates death and its end;
Then... he forgets again...
While death is such a great mercy,
Forgetting it is ingratitude towards that mercy...
To be able to forget...
What a great mercy it is indeed!
If only we could choose what to forget wisely...
To be able to forget...
What a great blessing it is indeed!
If only we could wisely choose what to forget...
So, what have we chosen?
To live as if we're eternal, and thus,
Have we forgotten our mortality?
Or to persist in our strife,
Have we forgotten our momentary pains?
In this transient existence, where all things must pass,
May we pray for awareness, of our own fleeting mass...
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