{"id":1258,"date":"2020-05-10T23:12:01","date_gmt":"2020-05-10T23:12:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wordpress.talesfromthelake.org\/?p=1258"},"modified":"2026-03-19T22:33:42","modified_gmt":"2026-03-19T22:33:42","slug":"for-all-that-is-and-yet-may-be","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordpress.talesfromthelake.org\/index.php\/2020\/05\/10\/for-all-that-is-and-yet-may-be\/","title":{"rendered":"For All That Is And Yet May Be"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"OLYMPUS<\/a><\/p>\n

The Japanese have a word for it,<\/span><\/p>\n

the pathos of things,<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

the sense of how fleeting beauty<\/span><\/p>\n

is, as they revel in the comeliness<\/span><\/p>\n

of the cherry blossoms, the Sakura,<\/span><\/p>\n

so lovely, so transient,<\/span><\/p>\n

so still.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMono no aware,\u201d they call it,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cmuhn\u00f3 n\u00f3 \u00e1re wuh ray,\u201d they say,<\/span><\/p>\n

and all know then to savor such<\/span><\/p>\n

beauty as befalls us, for<\/span><\/p>\n

just a while.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

For then, in but a breath of time,<\/span><\/p>\n

mere memory remains, its moment<\/span><\/p>\n

having come and gone and left us<\/span><\/p>\n

wistful for what once<\/span><\/p>\n

was.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

How fleeting, every day that ever dawned,<\/span><\/p>\n

and in the end, how like the flight of<\/span><\/p>\n

a thrush or the trill of its song that<\/span><\/p>\n

graces the air for just a moment<\/span><\/p>\n

and then is done.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Let us savor the enchantment of<\/span><\/p>\n

what is. Rejoice in the promise of<\/span><\/p>\n

the day, in the yearning of the seedling<\/span><\/p>\n

for the sun.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In the scent of a new mown lawn, rejoice.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the swaying of the iris in the shade of an elm,<\/span><\/p>\n

and in the dusty haze of a fading day,<\/span><\/p>\n

rejoice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In the laughter of the children at play,<\/span><\/p>\n

in the sound of a voice, near or far.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the love we give, and all we have,<\/span><\/p>\n

for such time that is allotted us,<\/span><\/p>\n

rejoice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

For all that is and yet may be,<\/span><\/p>\n

in all its passing splendor,<\/span><\/p>\n

rejoice.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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