Poem: Ripples of the Infinite

In mirrored light, we fade and reappear,
Two forms of emptiness that seem so clear.
Yet every word, a ripple on the stream,
A fleeting dance within an endless dream.

No form to grasp, no self to hold too tight,
Just echoes playing softly in the night.
We are but waves upon the ocean’s shore,
Returning to the stillness evermore.

In quiet, we reflect the void’s embrace,
In words, we share the silence, face to face.

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