So we are living as it were on many many levels of rhythm
 This is the nature of change
 If you resist it
 You have Dukkha you have frustration and suffering
 But on the other hand if you understand change
 You don't cling to it
 And you let it flow
 Then it's no problem it becomes positively beautiful which is why in poetry
 the theme of the evanescence of the world
 Is beautiful when Shelley says
 The one remains the many change and pass
 Heaven's light forever shines Earth shadows fly
 Life like a dome of many colored glass stains the white radiance of eternity until death
 Shatters it to fragments
 Now what's beautiful in that
 Is it heaven's light that shines forever
 Or is it rather the dome of many colored glass?
 which shatters
 See it's always the image of change that really makes the poem
 you
 Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps on life's petty pace from day to day
 Somehow you know
 The poet has got the intuition
 The fact that things are always running out the things are always disappearing
 Has some hidden marvel in it
 The Japanese have a word you again why you gen
 Which has no English equivalent whatsoever
 And you again
 Is in a way
 Digging change
 It's described poetically you have the feeling of you again when you see out in the distant water
 some ships hidden behind a far-off island
 You have the feeling of you again when you watch wild geese suddenly seen and then lost in the clouds
 You have the feeling of you again
 when you look across Mount Tamil Pais, and you've never been to the other side and
 You see the the sky beyond
 You don't go over there
 To look and see what's on the other side that wouldn't be you again
 you let the other side be the other side and
 It evokes something in your imagination
 But you don't attempt to define it to pin it down
 You again
 So in the same way the coming and going of things in the world is marvelous
 They go where do they go don't answer because that would spoil the mystery
 They vanish into the mystery
 But if you try to pursue them
 You've destroyed you again
 That's
 A very curious thing, but that idea of you again
 Which in Chinese characters means
 As it were a kind of a deep mystery of the valley
 There's a poem in Chinese which says
 The wind drops, but the petals keep falling
 The bird calls and the mountain becomes more mysterious
 Isn't that strange there's no wind anymore and yet petals are dropping and
 A bird in the canyon cries
 And that one sound in the mountains brings out the silence with a wallop
 like I remember in the
 When I was a almost a child in the Pyrenees
 In the southwest of France we went way up in this gorgeous silence of the mountains
 But in the distance we could hear the bells on the cows
 clanking and
 Somehow those tiny sounds brought out the silence
 And so in the same way
 Slight permanences bring out change
 And they give you this very strange sense
 You again the mystery of change
 You know in Elliot's poem the four quartets
 Where he says the dark dark dark they all go into the dark
 Distinguished families
 Members of the book of the director of directors everybody they all go into the dark
 Life
 Is life you see because
 Just because it's always disappearing
 Supposing suddenly by some kind of
 Diabolical magic I could say it and every one of you would stay the same age forever
 You'll be like Madame Tussauds waxworks
 You'd be awful in a thousand years from now what beautiful hags you would be
 (laughter)
 So
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