Tides and Seasons
The seasons come; the seasons go in turn,
As Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Summer dance
As they had done, with other seasons too,
In days gone by, preceding me and you.
How many worlds within this universe!
How many universes come and gone!
How many beings, born to live and die,
With no one knowing whence or whither, why!
The seasons of our lives can last a while
Or swiftly pass. We’re left with memories
Of faces, scenes, and cares and passions past
That stay with us as long as breathings last.
The Ocean’s tides and those that rise and ebb,
Within us each and also all around,
Have varied strengths and varied rhythms, yet
They harmonize in ways that we forget.
The balances that pulse and oscillate
Around the means are what our beings sense
And so we dance with these—the seasons, tides
That bring us life with all its turning rides.
2026 February 24th, Tue.
Berkeley, California
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