The koi swim,
the temple sits in the distance,
and the spring flowers bloom.
Ripples widen, then fade,
never asking where they go.
The temple does not call them closer,
nor do the flowers turn to see—
each rests fully
where it already is.
Petals fall into the water,
becoming part of the circling motion,
color dissolving into current.
No path connects these things,
yet nothing is separate.
Fish, stone, blossom, sky—
a single moment
unfolding without effort.
And in this quiet harmony,
nothing is missing,
nothing is waiting
to become whole.
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