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Ripples of the Infinite

A silhouette drifts in the dimming glow,
Revealing a presence all beings know.

What lingers is not the race we run,
But the oneness of earth, sky, and sun.

In stillness, the infinite comes clear,
We are but ripples that vanish, yet reappear.

Simi

Through Sudhanshu’s  lens