Siva­ka

All houses are impermanent;
Again and again, in all kinds of realms,
I’ve searched for the house-builder—
Rebirth again and again is suffering.
I’ve seen you, house-builder!
You won’t build a house again.
All your rafters are broken,
Your ridgepole is split.
My mind is released from limits:
It’ll fall apart in this very life.