One is All, All is One


Illusion of water, Coolness of the moon

Misty rain with softly breeze

Tree shadow and fallen dream,

what a clarified vision of the world.


Stand in the middle of the excessive pride

a skim of dust in the hearts.


A ripple of water

a void in an emptiness.

All things are in vain.


A poem quoted from the 17th-century British poet, William Blake:


“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”

― William Blake, Auguries of Innocence[1]


Strolling around the city, who will look at those puddle of water on the street?

The scenery that it reflects, imprinted with its unique patterns, but people are too busy gazing at their own devices, no one ever notices the ever-changing surfaces of water.


It is the warm current from global warming; it is the cold current melt away from glaciers.  Every puddle captures a thousand pools; every thousand pools have ten of thousand phases of reflective projections about the world

[1] William Blake, Auguries of Innocence