The teaching shadow.

Pigeons and travellers were walking around and their body was in the compagny of a fellow. A shadow remained following.  That shadow, like the shadow of death is not disconnected of life. One cannot put him aside to continue the walk alone,  this body and its shadow are impermanent.

Impermanence of  that energy in dreamlike life. An instable dream, constructed by moving thoughts. Ha!  It is that fictitious dream thing with its' shadow, which is getting continuously birth, continuously dying.

The importance of this life becomes clear. To cling in exhausting frustrations to the me-bubble in this moment which we call life, or see this shadow like fiction by creativity of thoughts.

Some people were dressed with very expensive outfits, some hopped there body around on tiny shoes with high heels and lots of ornaments wherever possible. But even those very expensive ornaments, couldn't escape the shadow of impermanence, always following in the late evening sunbeams. 

Ha!   To purify and be free in emptiness. Long meaningful life without fear.