We are born with nothing,
we die with nothing,
what I have, what I do,
Neither me.
The body return earth,
the mind come back to the sky,
but I never died.
Life is like play,
what is me, what is not me.
Everything is a dream,
What else do I have to lose?
Whatever happens,
I am both a profit.
Karma means action,
Thought just thought,
emotion just emotion,
but action is my making.
My body dying in every moment,
This body is so fragile,
Life is so easy.