Are We Having Fun Yet?

This is a crowded place
McMansion estates plaster the landscape
This is a terrible place
Hunters blinds hide in all the marshes and backwater creeks
This is a lonely place
My old parents are downstairs drinking coffee
But other family members avoid us
This is a sad place
Wealth abounds but no one contemplates impermanence
This is a sickening place
I exercise in clean air for health but still the body decays
This is an uncomfortable place
Everything looks perfect for one instant then it changes
This is a permanent place
Impermanence is all around yet always beings run from it
This is an unhappy place
Nobody can hold onto the material riches here
This is an isolated place
Everyone knows your name and form but no one realizes emptiness
This is a lovely place
In quiet mansions one doesn't hear the screams of lower realms
This is a friendly place
In immaculate luxury there are five rotten skandhas for company
This is a happy place
Nobody minds if one quietly regrets the pointless pleasures
This is a healthy place
There is no obstruction to living life after life in samsara
This is a comfortable place
My parents don't mind if I sit on a mat in my room quietly
This is an impermanent place
Because fish and relatives both stink after several days
This is a happy place
From here I can depart for holy lands and charnel grounds