The Buddha said:
This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds
To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance.
A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky,
Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.

THE ONLY THING WE REALLY HAVE IS NOWNESS, IS NOW.

What the caterpillar perceives as the end, to the butterfly is just the beginning.

Thursday, 12 January 2012

Ashes to Ashes


ashes to ashes
once living, now dead
nothing but a memory

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ashes to ashes
who I was
I no longer am

**
dust to dust
I am not

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only eternal becoming

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