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.
2 thoughts on “Nothing is permanent”
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.