- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
A building faded away behind the road, The taxes, buses, trucks, two wheelers, cars passed by as immediately as they come, People huddled and bustled and passed by deadly in their impermanence. The soft sand touched my feet, As I crossed this puzzle. And in front of me Is the vast ocean of fading waters: Crawling; Gurgling; Roaring; Running; Constantly passing, And yet at its place always. The same yet anew: To my sight. The sun set in the west, The sky changed its colour, The birds flew in its music, Everything is passing – Yet is alive in its Permanence.