Nothing, nothing, nothing...

They arrive and others arrive,
and then they go, and the others go.
Day and night, a constant traffic.

Where do they come from?
Where do they go?

Does it mean anything?
Nothing, nothing, nothing.


- Lalla
14th Century North Indian mystic

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From "Naked Song"
Versions by Coleman Barks
Maypop, 1992