Darkness, rippled echo and echoed ripples.
The light comes, yet the eyes do not see.
The water ripples, and the echoes are seen.
A sudden silent sound, and I am no longer me.
Being has no perspective, nothing is to be seen.
The ripples echo, and the echoes are now free.
The been becomes seen, and the seen is not me.
When the ego dies and nothing is seen,
the darkness enlightens what was and is.
Rippled echoes and echoed ripples
that’s what all is meant to be.