A pair of weathered hands rise from sand toward a radiant

⏳ Form Into None ⌛ If nothing is everything, what do I lose? If all of it vanishes, what do I choose? All slipping through hands like shifting sand, No edge, no stone, no place to stand. I reach, and it’s gone, Form fades into dawn. I hold, then it flows, Nothing is all that I know. All things arise, all things release, Grasping dissolves, returning peace. I reach.. it flows, I hold.. it goes. Form into none, None into one. 😇😮🤍💛