ache dukkho, ache mrittu

Grief exists, death exists, separations sear -

Still peace and joy, infinitely transpire.

Still life eternally flows - the sun, the moon and stars smile

In strange patterns spring appears.

Waves disappear in waves

Flowers bloom, buds reappear.

But never fading, never ending, never ever depleting -

Into that completeness, a place my mind desires.