The Mirror of the Void (Buddhism/Sunyata)
A shifting dance of atoms, light, and air;
Like images that flicker through our dreams,
We look for "self" but find no substance there.
The river flows, but not the same stream twice,
The candle flame is never quite the same;
We cling to shadows, cold as winter ice,
And give a shifting ghost a steady name.
But when the grasping hand begins to tire,
And thirsty longing fades into the night,
The soul escapes the circle of the fire
To find a clear and unconditioned light.
No "I," no "mine," no heavy weight to bear,
Just silent space and wisdom everywhere.
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