Mono No Aware
I see the silhouette of my body
Standing in front of me in the mirror.
I polish the glass, so that I may see
That part of myself reflecting clearer.
I want the depths of my vision to grow
Sharper and more focused in the clear light,
Though, in it, my imperfections will show
As the illumination becomes bright.
Still, I fear one day a dust may settle
To dull the shine my young hands have made.
I wonder why I impede my mettle
To worry for what the future may fade
Since now's temporary image is here,
And destiny is made to disappear.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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