The Temporary Made Permanent

This world of dew is only a world of dew, and yet, and yet.

Issa knew something about attention. He did not look away from the droplet because it was small or fleeting. He looked closer. The "and yet, and yet" is not resignation; it is the doubled breath of someone who has seen impermanence clearly and chooses to meet it anyway. This morning, your coffee will cool. Your thoughts will scatter. The light will change. These are not problems to solve but the very texture of a life worth paying attention to.