Nothing More Than This

Moving mountains and filling seas, a grand undertaking; wielding sand and hauling stone, united wills form a fortress.
Towering buildings, magnificent and spectacular; living in peace and working in contentment, life's glory and splendor.
Seen from heaven, it is like ants building a nest: swarms of ants joining forces, carrying sand and hauling earth;
The nest completed, they dwell together, brooding their eggs; when disaster destroys it, they relocate and build anew.
Your greatness is matched by mine, no lesser; through kalpas it has been so, cycling round and round;
A toiling lifetime, ending at last in extinction; looking back, one beholds only the boundless vault of sky.
Sentient beings cling to it all, utterly unaware; lost in it, contending for it—yet it is no more than dust and sand;
Bodies arise and perish, dust illusions and motes vanish; the only untransformed one is not worth a clod of earth.