The twig is caught in the flow of the stream.
I am the twig; I am the stream.
Life is a dance
within a dream,
of the twig
and of the stream
In a clear pinpoint moment,
all of time,
all of movement,
and all of mind.
They are the threads.
They are the tapestry.
They are the karma.
There is a thoughtless intention,
A silent grace.
A desire to bring all pains,
and in this place,
ferment until only bliss
remains.