Sitting by the window

Sitting by the window,
I pause, as a cool breeze sneaks in
Through the cracks
I wonder if the dream, while it
Weaves its way to reality,
Will complete the circle?
A pebble drops into the water,
And though the moon’s image blurs,
It remains in its place
In the sky,
Moving endlessly but never leaving
Life, like a waterfall, cascades
And pours into itself,
Time inside time,
Renewing, deepening, changing,
Overflowing, loving


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