Dawn and dusk, winter, spring.
In the play of time, life ebbs away--
Only desire remains
Again birth, again death
Again the dark journey through the womb
In this world of changes, nothing holds fast
Except the coiled vine of desire.
[Sri {Adi} Shankaracharya {A.D. 788-820}, in Bhaja Govindam]
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