This

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.