The winds of life,
The way they blow…,
Take you along,
For that kind of ride.
What you are now,
Is the result of past winds,
What you will become,
Is the result of winds that are yet to be.
But all becoming is transient too.
We are ever-transforming,
Becoming and unbecoming various things,
And changing with the winds.
The winds of time,
Give all gain and loss.
Time is the giver and also the taker of everything.
But all that we experience as gain or loss, are only of illusions.
The real is the underlying substrate of everything,
Which is ‘nothing’.
Only ‘nothing’ actually exists,
All else are its appearances and creative potentials manifesting.
Everything will change,
Because all of it is ultimately the dance of ‘nothing’.
There is only the dream,
There is only the ‘perception flow’.
The ‘nothing’ is your true nature.