Samsara

Now quiet, settled, easy, leisurely through life’s affairs,—say, couched in everyday— and sipping being’s sweetest, freshest ray; Sunshine!, Sunshine! ‘midst winter’s coldest glee! Now troubled, disjointed, uneasily fumbling, scrambling through dumb frowning time.—Gray- -haired night’s murk weighs down gay light’s mirth filled play...— tumbling through summer’s scorching cruelty! An inescapable alternation of gloom and cheer,(to be—and—not to be), wheeling circles and cycles—infernal,— recur, relapse, return through all creation.; Remember, though pain’s but temporary, vacuous suffering is eternal.