Is anything in this world not transitory?
The bird, the sun, the morning glory
Patterns woven through the fabric of time and space
Oh mighty seamstress, how I love this place
Gladly we come again to do it all once more
Building sand castles by the shore
Until the sea comes to wash our castles away
My sweet love, maybe we will play again some other day
Does anything in this world everlast?
The sea, the wind, blades of grass
The eternal process of coming and going
Into itself the river of life is continually flowing
The Self within is the same as the Self without
This I say beyond a shadow of a doubt
There is no separation; we are all but only one
The Self that lies in the heart of man dwells also in the center of the sun
