What you do matters not, my friend
Under all deeds after all the doer is the same
Arrival & departure are mere his ways to shape us
In the end all must be dropped
After all noise & furry of life remains the eternal silence
Beyond the world of matters & forms lies the eternal void
There, in that timeless world, ever blissful, ever peaceful
Where all merge in one, one in all
Then all separations fall
Then who is to arrival, whom to depart
Who born, who dies
Who laughs, who rejoice
Who suffers, who cries
He arrives, he departs
Under all forms, witness his formless dance
He is in all, all in him
What to think of, how to talk then
If, after all, my friend, you and me are one & same
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