Nothing is Permanent, In Impermanence is where life is built,
Time sweeps one away, quite swiftly one would say,
Yet, once the slate is wiped clean, a new life seems to gleam,
With every torn page or burnt land, a new story arises from the sand.
Impermanence, one hears the loud echoes of pure white silence,
It cleanses my stained glass window, holding true to impermanence,
As Time and Nature drive their course, life changes multiple times,
Fresh grass erupts from the ground, sunlight shines on a new person’s stars aligned.
Nothing is Permanent, it’s true dear readers, indeed,
The new flows inwards, as the old does nothing but bleed,
Bleed away until, you see that one spark that ignites new life,
Nothing is Permanent, In Impermanence is where life is built.
Time is ticking away, one’s life is indeed withering away,
Nothing is Permanent, In Impermanence is where life is birthed.
--Inspired by Ambapali--
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