Treading Lotus

A still pool mirrored the heart as ripples arose. Then lightness lifted, breath warmed in gentle waves. All forms shared one breath, yet this single thought crystallized. The fleeting glow of countless beings faded, and only that one figure remained distinct. Though their rhythms differed, the familiarity felt ancient. In the unseen, closeness and distance entwined, lingering like a wandering past dream.