Nothing lasts,
nothing at all.
The buildings crumble,
the flowers die.
And soon enough,
I will turn to dust.
So, what shall I do?
I will persist with courage.
Listening to voices
of integrity and honesty.
Softly smoothly those voices echo.
Coming and going… so far away.

Contemplating the
hidden heart in all of us.
And the pain that never
flows away for many.
I will look carefully at the shadows
and the colours in the high trees.
Staring at love, anger, sorrow, joy –
my mind will move
with the thoughts.
Nothing will be fixed and
everything will vanish.
Once clearly seen, it dies!