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Kort gedicht: de vergankelijkheid van het leven door de Boeddha

This existence of ours

is as transient

as autumn clouds.

To watch the birth

and death of beings

is like looking

at the movements

of a dance.

A lifetime is a flash

of lightning in the sky.

Rushing by,

like a torrent

down a steep mountain.

– Buddha

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