There is the recognition that the autumn leaf is not inherently different from the spring leaf. The autumn leaf is life, in an essence-less impermanent flux of causal continuance. It never was itself, and so the appearance of its ultimate death is an illusion.
The fluctuations of dwindling 'high fever' have gone to celebrate the marriage of life, and in this task, the five constituents of the body have become handsome friends and members of the marriage party.
I know- full well- why they are so well adorned
They know that their existence depends on the 'existence' of this Life; otherwise, they are as good as ashes! Absolute ashes!
And merely a handful!
Nirvana ' Moksha' is the Life of life, Wisdom of wisdom, Joy of joy, Power of power, Real of real, Essence of essence. Birth-less-ness and deathlessness float in It like ripples. It is the supreme Death of all, and yet the highest peak of real Life. The totality of all the joys of the universe is merely a distorted fragment of That Supreme. It puts an end to the vicious circle of transmigratory life.
If some one were to ask me today, “Shaheer, what did you gain? How much development did you have?” My answer would be, “I do not know what I achieved, but only feel what I missed.”
The thick snare of troubles, worries, and fears has been broken.
I got rid of weaknesses, restraints, and impediments.
How?