Sea shell on sand
Flower on sea water
Cloud on sky
Dog on beach
Thought is known therefore
is past,
is done,
is old,
is dead.
Just as all that rises from thought is
Sameness
Repeated.
Breathe and receive
the fresh
the new
the unknown
the unique
the original
the indescribable
This.
Let This move you spontaneously.
This does not depend on thought.
This moves on its own, without a purpose.
If one has only one desire left, desire to melt into
This.
