Last night, withered branches were battered by wind and rain; this morning, mist and dew are bathed in the slanting sun. In past lives, we clung ceaselessly to thoughts of old affections; in this present life, we pass each other as strangers, all forgotten.
The single truth of impermanence alone is enough to transform all our grasping minds, enough to make us relinquish every thought.
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