I am walking, yet there is no road,  
no footprint left to find.  
All flows within a holy stream  
that needs no banks to bind.  
No goal, no wall to bar the way,  
all here, in one bright breath.  
The path dissolved — and nothing's lost,  
for stillness fills the chest.  
Each step is movement, pure and whole,  
yet no one ever trod.  
Within the sound a glimmer hides  
that rose and slipped away.  
What once had been remains no more,  
what comes has not yet come.  
I am walking, yet the path has thawed,  
dissolved, like fading warmth.