In the dance of time,
A co-created landscape unfolds,
Manifested by the whispers of ages past.

A rising dynamic,
Freedom in the constant flow,
No need for doing, for it has been done.

Ilusion traps us in time's embrace,
Yet where are these fears of what may come?
The future, a specter,
Haunting those who seek control.

But in the stillness of now,
There is no one to have a thought,
No one to steer the course.

Life blooms in its own accord,
Contentment found in the present moment,
No need for tomorrow when today is all there is.

Step back and watch the thoughts,
They vanish like mist in the morning sun,
Empty, ethereal, impossible to grasp.

Can you find a thought and lay it bare?
No, for they slip through our fingers,
Leaving only the quiet beauty of being.