The waves of phenomenon crash upon the shore
Arising from the ocean of emptiness
And disappearing back into nothing
They appear so dramatic
So much froth
And for a moment they have their importance
‘Look at me!’ they cry
‘Yes me too,’ cries another
‘I am only small,’ whimpers a sad little wave

All the risings and fallings, animated with life
All have their moment of glory, big or small
And each one disappears back into the eternal ocean
From the which they came

Everything just plays itself out
A divine movement, a play
An unimaginable pattern
Woven breath by breath,
Wave upon wave,
For no reason
But beauty itself.

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