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 the permanently same inside; The rest a mutable ephemeral, And seldom in the know That things come and they go As quickly as they do. Things Come & Go 6.4.2020 Birth, Death & In Between III; Arlene Nover Corwin