Life as we live it is
that of a transient. We are merely passing through from town to town. Like the
moon, we cross the sky. We go through changes. We are here and then we are
gone. Silently, it all slips away with the stars as a witness. A dot in the
universe that comes and goes.
Blowing from the west
Fallen leaves gather
In the east.
- Yosa Buson
