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She rises like a drop of light –
weightless, fluid, free.

With every movement, the water ripples,
as if grace itself were touching the sea.

Not everything passes away.
Some things only change their form.

Not everything passes away.
Some things only change their form.

Not everything passes away.
Some things only change their form.

Not every silence is empty.
Some are full of spaciousness.

Not every silence is empty.
Some are full of spaciousness.

Not every silence is empty.
Some are full of spaciousness.