Flow of age

What is our life but this dance of transient forms? Isn’t everything always changing: the leaves on the trees in the park… the seasons, the weather, the time of day, the people passing you in the street? And what about us? Doesn’t everything we have done in the past seem like a dream now?… The cells of our body are dying, the neurons in our brain are decaying, even expression on our face is always changing, depending on our mood. What we call our basic character is only a “midstream”, nothing more. (Sogyal Rinpoche)

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