born passing

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This is the realm of the passing away. 
All that exists does not for long.
Whatever comes into this world never stops sliding
toward the edge of eternity.

Form arises from formlessness and passes back,
arising and dissolving in a few dance steps between
creation and destruction.
We are born passing away.

Seedlings and deadfall all face forward.
Earthworms eat what remains.
We sing not for that which dies but for that which 
never does.


—Stephen Levine
Breaking the Drought: Visions of Grace

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When thoughts arise, then do all things arise.

When thoughts vanish, then do all things vanish.


—Huang Po

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