Step by step, the ripples fade,
no weight to press, no past to wade.
Sky and sea reflect the same,
a nameless path, a thoughtless name.
Clouds drift by, yet leave no mark,
like whispers lost within the dark.
No need to chase, no need to stay,
the wind will carry all away.
To walk on water, light as air,
release the burden, shed the care.
No self to sink, no form to drown,
no walls to pull the spirit down.
The tide obeys no mortal hand,
yet welcomes all who understand.
To grasp the wave is to be blind,
but flow with it—you leave behind.
A single step, the world dissolves,
no chains remain, no need resolves.
The weightless heart, the open sky,
both ask no question, beg no why.
The hollow reed bends with the stream,
and in its song, a silent dream.
The softer grasp, the clearer view,
all fades away, yet all is true.
No shore to reach, no place to be,
no name, no self, just endless sea.
Yet walking still, the footfalls cease—
the drift itself is perfect peace.
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