Trimegisto - Shapes in the Void

Four noble truths of the Buddha
There is no I anymore, all is meaningless
I abandon permanence, I abandon stability
The truth of shape is its void

Shape and void, indivisible
United with the whole, unnoticed by mankind
We all live in a roofless house
With our minds deprived of spirit

With no passion, the senses' taste is overflowing with death
With passion, our crown's nectar merges with infinity
We spread seeds to sprout on the world
The Gods are projecting themselves through our will

Brahmachari, you seek the alchemic fire
Garhasthia, could be the fourth way

Vanaprastha, the hermit, you renounce the world
Sannyasa, you're at the gates of absolute truth