Anatta

No separate self
We are on the night wind
The rustle of the leaves
In the trees
Draw me to the harmony
A thousand leaves
Whisper existence into my soul

I'm into the meld
I don't remember what I want
The minimalist sound
Minuscule in range
Yet ever weaving in and out
Of it self
Bubble into my soul's passion

And life is translucent
I'm down into the
Veins and capillaries
Of existence
Life is pulling me into
Destiny's twilight
And there is no fear