Capturing life's nectar,
amidst circles of life,
savoring everything.
Life,
moments of life,
torrents of moments,
flowing rivers of life.
Savoring life's nectar,
floating between air and other waters,
waters of life, waters of blood, ocean waves.
While *** and death go hand in hand,
life and death, in the end, death will come and we will leave each other.
Everything flows, nothing dies, everything transforms ceaselessly,
intensely, life is a nectar where everything eventually ends.
In the end, we'll stop trifling and all be dust in the body,
while souls seek their way to the other side of the open door