🌌 Existence

The cloud is not a cloud,
And I am not me.
What meets in the wind
Are but ripples skimming the lake of being.

Whose shadow belongs to whom?
And who is not another’s echo?
A single drop of water never asks
Where the ocean ends,
Once it melts into the eternal tide.

Light makes no distinction where it shines,
Love knows not its boundary.
When names fall silent and thought comes to rest,
I hear all things pulsing as one heartbeat.

I am not the ferry, nor the world a river.
This world is the palm of my own open hand,
Holding mountains, birdsong, waves, and stars—
Embracing itself in every fleeting moment.

Oneness is no miracle;
Separation is the illusion.
We drew borders and forgetfulness in our dreams,
While the universe breathes in the selfless rhythm.

XinYu 2025-06-25