In the silent depths of existence a farmer's act of digging a ditch becomes a metaphor for the soul's journey.

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Though the rain fills the hollow,

it remains unfulfilled,

echoing the longing for true essence

beyond mere form.

When offered to be filled anew,

the act feels like death -

yet a whisper reveals the truth:

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“you are a pond.”‍

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‍In that revelation,

the entire cosmos shifts,

and fulfilment arises

not from external names or identities,

but from the nameless, eternal source within -

a profound awakening

to the boundless, formless essence

that is always present

beyond the illusion of separation.

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