The Hollow Bloom

The echo hums where silence breeds, detaching, fading, dissipating,  
A river flows, yet never stays, refracting, bending, disappearing,  
Its current carves through stone unseen, eroding, shaping, liberating.  
The self dissolves, a mist in shade, unraveling, shifting, elevating,  
What binds the form but empty seeds? Decaying, blooming, vanishing,  
A breath that speaks, yet none remain, unknowing, drifting, meditating.  
 
A lotus drowns where mirrors break, reflecting, shattering, recomposing,  
The dream of self, a whispered veil elapsing, wilting, reappearing,  
Through countless lives, the mind estranged dismissing, seeking, decomposing.  
Where birth is death, the chains remain, constricting, binding, persevering,  
Desires weave their gilded snares, deceiving, craving, dominating,  
But stillness hums beyond their grasp unfolding, parting, disappearing.  
 
Illusion drapes the soul in light, enticing, blinding, suffocating,  
A shadow cast by clinging hands, persisting, pleading, desecrating,  
Yet void remains where self once stood, detaching, yearning, liberating.  
The golden path is lined with dust,  erasing, rising, dissipating,  
A step unwalked is still a step, converging, fading, elevating,  
And wisdom hides in whispered dusk,  concealing, dawning, permeating.  
 
The flame consumes the breath it feeds, extinguishing, reviving, dissipating,  
To be unchained is not to flee, embracing, yielding, transforming,  
The weightless soul will sink or rise, unknowing, knowing, hesitating.  
No name remains where silence dwells, receding, swelling, echoing,  
The wheel revolves yet leaves no track, forgetting, spinning, fading,  
No self endures where time dissolves, ascending, fleeting, ruminating.  
 
No summit holds a final step, relapsing, grasping, evanescing,  
A whispered truth will shape the void, resonating, trembling, vanishing,  
To grasp at peace is loss itself, adorning, stripping, emanating.  
A drifting thought is all we are, translating, fracturing, recomposing,  
The past is neither near nor far, returning, breaking, generating,  
Yet now remains where all things pass, unfolding, ending, meditating.  
 
The hollow blooms where silence calls, releasing, breathing, dissipating,  
No self to claim, no weight to bear, dissolving, forming, fading,  
To be, to not, the line is blurred, obscuring, clearing, elevating.  
The cycle turns, yet none endure, reflecting, fracturing, disappearing,  
No word will grasp the vast unknown, converging, fading, permeating,  
And stillness hums where all is none, awakening, vanishing, meditating.