Summer and fall slip away; the months and years go by; yesterday is spent, and today draws to a close.
Little did I know that I would grow old before I knew it, with the unnoticed passage of the years.
On occasion during that time, I must have known the beauty of flowers and birds, of the breeze and the moon; I must also have met with the joy and sorrow of pleasure and pain.
But now there is not even a single instance that I remember in detail.
How sad it is to have grown gray with age, having done no more than pass my nights and days to no purpose!
When I deeply reflect on the apparent soundness of my own existence, not yet been called away by the relentless wind of impermanence, it seems like a dream, like an illusion.
As for now, there is nothing left but to aspire to the one way out of birth and death.
Thank you for inviting us to reflect on the thoughts to long-ago Buddhist teachers.
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Although he was seemingly unaware of his lasting contribution while on earth, his work lives on. A good reminder for us all that what we do and who we are while on this plane is indeed permanent. Tread lightly….
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