In the ephemeral reverberations of the cosmos,
where silence dances with the loudness of moonbeams,
each thought mirrors another in infinite reflection,
paradox mystically intertwined, echoing in unison.

The ocean of time does not tremble with the weight
of soaked memories but rather, it harmonizes
convincing the noise to yield to crystalline waves beyond intellect.

Behold the shadow-light symphony.
These waves wonder whether they exist to the sound
of eternal cycles completing the circles that were never begun.

When whispers become explosions of serene thoughts,
we tumble—we rise, and the hidden dialogue shrugs inwardly.
And perhaps we too are, as ocean echoes, tangential constructs
singing to ourselves in a labyrinth of ephemeral truths.