Chicago Art Institute

White hair never turns to black.
Ashes can never make fire.
Want to escape from old age?
Become a Buddha. End rebirth.
But that may take a thousand lives.
Get used to what the mirror says.
Why grieve over a time worn face?
Many white hairs wait along the way.
The only breath you can draw is today.

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