This just kinda came to me while typing up a response in the philosophy forum, so it is filled with philosophy - daosist and buddhist influences particularly - but it still may be considered a poem of types… a very short poem of types, but nonetheless…

Not the same, not different.
Ever changing, Never enduring;
Continuing out of the past, Fearing not the future;
Knowing no birth or death, Transforming and continuing.
Not the same, not different.