it is the time for pick-leave,
what to keep and what to take
who to take away and who to let be
breaks to break
and so I get
from the nondescript vathu sudda
the contours of our human solitude
the loneliness in crowd
the self-containment
and the perishability
of all things:
Puppham milāyāti yathā idam me
Kāyo tathā yāti vināsa-bhavam.*
*Just as these flowers fade, so too will our bodies be subjected to decay.
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