Embracing Form

The sand circles the stone,

line after patient line,

drawn by unseen hands.

Around the unmoving center

waves are formed—

not of water,

but of quiet intention.

The stone does not command.

The sand does not resist.

Stillness at the heart,

movement at the edge—

each defining the other

without effort.

Wind may come,

rain may soften the lines,

and the circle will fade.

Yet the stone remains,

and the space around it

waits to be shaped again.

In this simple turning,

center and surround

are one gesture—

emptiness

embracing form.