Like Flowers
The Blossoms fade, their Fragrance lasteth not;
Even so this body passes to Decay
This empty dream of Self, for pain begot,
Destroyed by time, as night engulfs the day.
Like Clouds of Incense
And swiftly as this perfumed cloud dissolves
The changing Phantoms of the Mind drift by;
From age to age the wheel of Life revolves,
And we are born we suffer and we die.
But there is Light
But in the heart of Universal love
A light more constant shines than this brief candle flame;
The Buddha Truth, all other lamps above
Our Path, Our Refuge and Our Highest Aim.
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