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.

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

This momentary life of ours


“…Perhaps this momentary life of ours is only the light that divides our infinite origin from our infinite end. ” ~ Juan Ramón Jiménez

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