A Thought

It was not too long ago,
that the contractions felt so real.
That the longings were pushing
their ways through.

That actions were undertaken,
and now they end in naught.
For now what is left,
is just a figment of thought.

Arising every moment,
laid to rest at the same time.
A thought is all it is
that cycles through the lifetimes.

So see through this facade
and the beauty beckons.
a beauty that never dies,
for it was never born.