Dwell In This Twinkling Knowing... Poem by Ranil Gunawardena

Dwell in this twinkling knowing...
This 'twinkling' is going to change...
This 'twinkling' is a 'result' of change...
And, that change had a 'reason' to change...
And when the reason is no more... this twinkling is no more...

Dwell in this twinkling knowing...
The present health has a reason...
The present relationships have a reason...
The present wealth has a reason...
The present wisdom has a reason...

Dwell in this twinkling knowing...
The healthy can turn sick, and the sick can turn healthy…
Good relationships can turn bad and bad relationships can turn good...
Wealthy can turn poor…and poor turn wealthy
Good times can turn bad…and bad times can turn good
All when the reason changes…

Dwell in this twinkling knowing...
All unions will end in separation... at least by death…
All living will have to die... in the next few years...
Why not calculate the years left?

Dwell in this twinkling knowing...
Within us all these reasons are lying
Definitely will be coming
At the most unexpected time

Dwell in this twinkling knowing…
within us all these reasons are lying
The reason for bad health is lying…
The reason for depart is lying…
The reason for death is lying…
The reason for anger is lying…
The reason for lust is lying…
The reason for greed is lying…
The reason for foolishness is lying…
The reason for everything is lying…

Dwell in this twinkling knowing…
How ignorant we have been…
Having all these reasons for crying…
But like a hero all not knowing…

Dwell in this twinkling knowing…
Seeing this 'temporary' dwelling…
Not holding on to - 'anything' - changing…
Could avoid a lot of crying…

Dwell in this twinkling knowing…
The world is always changing…
'I' am always changing…
Everything I see is changing…
So why am I so holding…

Dwell in this twinkling knowing…
Holding on to something changing
As 'mine' and as not changing
Like my 'eye' I think which is not changing
But behind me my 'eye' is changing

Dwell in this twinkling knowing…
Through ignorance I have been holding
And through wisdom I can see through this holding
To see there is 'nothing' to - hold - ing…

Dwell in this twinkling knowing…
if I keep on having this holding…
I will never get rid of my craving…
For the things that are not mine….

Dwell in this twinkling knowing…
if I keep on having this holding…
For the things that are not mine….
Forever… I will be crying…

Dwell in this twinkling knowing…
Letting go of things not mine…
Will release me from crying…
From now to the endless of time…

Dwell in this twinkling knowing…
That everything 'temporarily' coming…
Towards me that I call as mine…
Is in reality is not mine

Dwell in this twinkling knowing…
That if what I call as mine…
Is in reality really is mine…
I could command them as mine…

Dwell in this twinkling knowing…
That I can't command my aging
That I can't command my health
That I can't command my death

Dwell in this twinkling knowing…
Then what I am I calling mine?
Is there anything there as mine?
Or am 'I' a magic shown by 'mind'?

Dwell in this twinkling knowing
That my 'mind' creates as 'mine'
But that is 'nothing' to take as 'mine'
So why? I am so 'worrying? '

Dwell in this twinkling knowing
That my 'mind' 'will create' as 'mine'
And I will 'take' as mine
What my 'mind' 'showed' me mine

Dwell in this twinkling knowing
That whatever given to me as mine
I am not going to take as 'mine'
Without checking through the 'wisdom' of mine

Dwell in this twinkling knowing
Now that I 'know' nothing is mine
'Understanding' that nothing is mine
Will show even 'I' am not 'mine'

Dwell in this twinkling knowing
If even 'I' am not 'mine'
Why am I craving?
To hold an 'I' that is not 'mine'?

Dwell in this twinkling knowing
Knowing that 'I' am not 'mine'
Is not enough to be 'fine'
So will try to 'understand' that I am not 'mine'

Dwell in this twinkling knowing
By seeing 'impermanence' rhyme
In all my life's dwelling
I will 'understand' that I am not 'mine'

Dwell in this twinkling knowing
That by 'understanding' that I am not 'mine'
My mind will stop 'showing' as mine
Finally the day that I will be 'fine'!

Dwell in this twinkling knowing
When my mind stops taking as mine
There is nothing for me to be worrying
Because there's nothing called as 'mine'!