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Permanence Vs Change


Changing what is permanence
And seeking to freeze a flow into permanence
Universe is filled with process and continuity
But our urge always is to reverse the natural pattern of the fixed and transience.

We bang against a constant wall trying to shift
And we try to freeze a momentary impulse, ripple and drift   
This is to match our resistance to pain and clinging to pleasure   
Basically, it is our instinctive ‘Gift’!   . 

Pleasure – pain, ‘Rag – Dvesh’ is the “Trishna’s” backbone
Acceptance of ‘Dukh’ occasioned by ‘Trishna’   breaks its backbone  
Not resisting pain of change or permanence and non clinging to the opposite
Sets us free in a ‘Nirvanik’ zone!

                

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