The end of gathering is scattering
The end of rising is falling
The end of meeting is parting
The end of birth is death

Then at the end of death there is a breath

The end of the end is beginning
The end of losing is winning
At the end of light is darkness
The end of the end is the start

With the beat of another heart

The end of winter is summer
After the moon comes the sun
At the end of work is play
The end of the night is day

The end of war is peace
The end of famine is feast
The end of wrong is right
The end of darkness is light

After we scatter we gather
Gathering ends in dispersion.
The end of day becomes night
And the end of a cry is a sigh

The end of peace is war
At the end of the sea is a shore
The end of peace is drama
And the end of samsara is nirvana

    Sean Hunt March 2017
          (First verse Buddha Shakyamuni slightly paraphrased)