August 10^th, 2025

Like autumn clouds, this life is transient.
Our parents, our relatives
Are like passers-by met in a marketplace.
Like the dew on grass tips
Wealth is evanescent
Like a bubble on the surface of water
This body is fragile and ephemeral
The dharmas of this samsaric world are futile
The sacred Dharma alone has value
The change to practice:
This Dharma that is occurring just once:
Right now.