Nothing is permanent.

There is no constant,

neither serene joy,

nor sublime happiness.

They come and go

Along with all feelings.

The only constant

is emptiness.

Everything is simply

as it is.

All emotions,

states,

feelings

thoughts

and sensations

freely appearing

and disappearing.

No particular way..

Always.

The best desciption

I've got

is an okayness

with all happening.

A simple contentment

that seemed

to always elude

me and my desire

for life to appear

a certain way.

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