A
ripple
expanding,
yet the centre
motionless, so still,
unaffected by storms,
which will ebb away in time,
whereupon the centre merges
with the rippleless, calm, tranquil lake,
leaving behind no trace of what happened.
We may thus, never take the same breath twice,
that that manifests, soon fades away,
all seems same, yet the void flickers,
changing colour by tremor,
taking in the effect,
of the causation,
of pure intent,
thus seeping
within
us.
Etheree