Creation moves as breath unseen,
A pulse that stirs the quiet depths,
Where time dissolves and moments blend,
And life begins again, again.

Renewal swirls in liquid threads,
In arcs unseen by hurried eyes,
A force that bends, that breaks, then mends,
Where stillness holds, yet motion flies.

For nothing clings, and nothing stays,
No edge can cage the endless flow;
The form you hold, the path you tread,
Are shaped by hands you’ll never know.

To live is not to stake a claim,
But yield to currents vast and true,
To lose yourself, yet more remain,
Becoming more by passing through.

For life is fluid, soft, and strong,
Its beauty shaped by letting go;
Creation sings its ceaseless song,
In rhythms only water knows