English (6) | Deutsch (3) | Français (4) | བོད་ཡིག (6)
This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds.
To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movement of a dance.
A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky,
Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.
Texts on the subject of impermanence (anitya; mi rtag pa):
The Immanence of Death (from the Wheel of Existence)
Courtesy of Himalayan Art Resources
