I'm often so close to tears

I wonder
if this is due
to old age
as such,
or to some kind of understanding of,
or awe at,
the looming facts
of existence

For example,
Gunwald the Cat
lies right under my face,
showing me such incredible affection
that I sense the true content
of love
- and tears burn

or I meet Anna's yet unnamed,
just born, twin grand kids,
and I feel I'm looking
straight into the face
of the Universe,
unable to hold back
my sobs;
and I can't speak
coherently

All things
seem to be laid bare
under the magnifying glass
of a Satori moment,

but is this due to old age,
or something else,
independent of that?

Or is it because the understanding
plays out
on the window of impermanence,
shadows cast
over the remains of us all?

Men universums sinnesstämning
måste kännas i kroppen

Jag känner några få
som avvisat kroppen,
slingrat sig undan
och gått ner sig
i olivets ändlösheter

We're all deep
in the briefness
of longevity

When Bob Dylan has turned 80,
we've clearly reached the end
of talk shows
and reality spectacles,
while the purring of a cat
and the soughing of the aspens
are what matters the most

The cat's life and mine
flow into each other
and rejoice

The NOW is a handwritten message
blowing in the wind