Flusso astratto di forme che si dissolvono in una quieta vacuità
Prompt
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.
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