Prompt:
In the quiet depths of twilight’s grace, Where shadows dance on dreams’ embrace, A seeker stood by the river’s side, Gazing deep where the waters bide.The sky above, a canvas wide, Held stars that whispered, side by side, Of realms beyond the veil of thought, Where truth and silence entwine, unsought. Within the stir of the river’s flow, Reflections weave and ebb and glow, A mirror clear, a restless sea, Where the seeker glimpsed his own debris. "Who am I?" he asked the night, "Am I the shadow, or the light?. A fleeting thought, a whispered name, Or just a player in life’s vast game?" The river murmured in reply, "Seek not the answer in the sky, Nor in the words of saints and seers, But in the echo of your fears." "Look within the mind’s own stream, Where dreams arise and fall like steam, And watch the thoughts that twist and coil, And stir the heart to ceaseless toil." The seeker knelt by the river’s edge, And let his mind unbind its pledge, To judge and grasp and bind in chains, The fleeting joys and hidden pains. He watched the ripples, choiceless, free, And felt the pulse of unity, Where the observer and observed entwine, In the stillness of the soul’s design.
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