I crave, live, and suffer/
From sickness, old age and death/
I in me remain alive/
Like a burning desire to stay permanent with form/
And identify with it like a real thing/
I is a layer of ignorance/
Which keeps me away from formlessness/
The only reality of I in the world of appearance is the permanence of impermanence/
Behind the depth of all gross things only one life remains eternally possible/
What else will be its identity
But zero or formless bliss?
To identify is to suffer
From the attachment within the world/
To gratify is to suffer from the non-fulfillment of insatiable desire/
To crave for fulfillment is a form of mental corruption/
Nothing needs to be fulfilled/
Every is already full, complete, and settled/
Only mind compels me to remain baffled for a mirage yet to come.
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