You are not a stranger here. You are a ripple in the fabric, Not separate from the tide. Breathe. The ego is a mask you wear at the dance, A stubborn knot trying to tie its own rope. But look closer at the grain of your hands, At the way the stars reflect in a puddle. There is no 'you' that has to arrive, Because you never truly left the source. Let the mind dissolve like salt in the sea. You are the witness, the play, and the stage. There is nothing to fix, nothing to hold, Just the rhythm of being, unfolding in gold. Listen to the clock, it isn't ticking at all, It's just a human heartbeat mapped on a wall. We race toward a finish that doesn't exist, Caught in the fog of a self-imposed mist. Stop running and see where the movement begins, In the hollow where stillness and chaos are twins. You are the cosmos experiencing a dream. A fragile, brilliant, waking stream. Drop the heavy weight of the name you carry, Let the silence settle, let the shadows marry. Everything is exactly as it must be. Just a ripple. Returning to the sea. Quiet now. Just be.