meditation

Gone are the days when
everything seems old.
I now feel new
and uncomfortable.
Still not recognizing—refusing
to recognize—this body of mine.
But also having exhausted
everything I could find
inside. I am aged
and cannot but feel real pain
in my fingers and in my arms.
How foolish was I to think
that my insides would have lasted me
to infinity!
What I should have known
is that I need these limbs,
even rotting and unhealthy,
in order to hope for anything eternal.