Like a smoke ring, you are formed instantly on the outbreath.
Wavering, hovering, seemingly real. Has shape. Has movement.
Only once, for a fleeting moment, existing in the round.
Once formed, immediately losing ground, fading away.
Delight or hate the form. It hangs on, like a wake, then gone.
Another takes its place.... or not. Maybe peace.
You are like this. Look and see quietly.
Form, fade. Form, fade. One movement.
Nothing more.
Wavering, hovering, seemingly real. Has shape. Has movement.
Only once, for a fleeting moment, existing in the round.
Once formed, immediately losing ground, fading away.
Delight or hate the form. It hangs on, like a wake, then gone.
Another takes its place.... or not. Maybe peace.
You are like this. Look and see quietly.
Form, fade. Form, fade. One movement.
Nothing more.
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