This is always being born,
Ever fresh, ever new,
And this is always dying,
Ever passing, ever lost.
The seeming arrival,
and the seeming departure,
Are not two.
This is birth and death simultaneously,
And there is neither,
In other than the seeming.
The seeming changing things of life,
Are really nothing.
Nothing is born,
Nothing dies,
Nothing arrives,
Nothing leaves,
Nothing moves,
Nothing changes,
Nothing remains.
~~Tim Cliss
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