The longer he lives, the more stupid he becomes, because his anxiety to avoid unavoidable death becomes more and more acute. On Impermanence by Harold Schaper Yesterday came and left you just his mark Tomorrow dawns as certain as a clock And between yesterday today and tomorrow You are circled by the worry of uncertainty. And always must deplore the passing. When you look back to far-off times Which glide like dreams into your memory. Whatever you contemplate, time is everyday's death.
Every wish produces and bears a new suffering.
Let the past, present, and future remain without fetters With every wish overcome by your spirit Another ring jumps out of the chain fettering your life. Realize the delusion of world deception To end it drive the mind's plough.