Things come and go: Lightening bright and sudden Over in a nano-second. Dew, its job completed, Lost in air, evaporated.
Forms diverse; A shared non-substance: emptiness. A single thing the ring of truth Is that we are illusory. Still paradoxically, But for a shape, look, name We are, we have the permanently same inside, The rest a mutable: ephemeral And seldom in the know Things come and go As quickly as they do.
Things Come & Go 2.4.2020 Birth, Death & In Between III; Arlene Nover Corwin