Zen

In the still core, woven of resin’s art,
where clarity rests and light takes heart,
the dance begins, of form and gleam,
a gentle flow, a tender dream.

From silver grows a golden glow,
then red, alive, in vibrant flow.
Yet red brings pain, it cuts so deep,
until transformation starts to sweep.

The forms grow louder, dense, and tight,
thoughts we build as walls of might.
Emotions, judgments, thick and grim,
they often make the light grow dim.

Yet in the darkness lies a way,
a silver light that guides the stray.
It shows: All forms dissolve in being,
but love remains, pure and freeing.

The void holds fullness soft and still,
its light aligned with unity’s will.
Letting go leads gently back,
to love—our source, our endless track.