To become one with the essence, listen to the rhythm of sweeping streets.
In each flicker of the streetlight, there lies a hidden truth.
As you wander, count the echoes of the past within each doorway.
Understand that reality is a mere shadow of abstraction;
the silence is a paintbrush, creating illusions with every breath.
Life is a cycle, a wheel turning ever so gently.
Find solace in the repetitive, for it teaches the dance between form and void.
In the labyrinth of daily chores, seek your path and reshape your dreams.