Nothing is permanent.
Not even death.
Life runs out.
Death runs out.
Ignorance runs out
when I realize the eternal truth of the eternal empty void;
and the experience of enlightenment and the dissolution of illusion also end
with the forgetting of the illusion.
Samadhi ends with the stirring of experience.
Unending chain: a cosmic breath between creation and dissolution.
The long night of Brahma.
The eternal dance of the empty void
and her beloved, the stirring of the experience.
Death runs out? How?
In three ways: everything that once was, will again be; only form ends, and the building blocks of what dies continue to create new forms and bodies; and being continues through forms and manifestations, never ending.