I sit meditating within the folds of the cliff

The sea is a blue jade stretching to the horizon
No waves, only undulations like breathing
Softly tinting the contours of heaven and earth

The sea breeze is an invisible prayer flag
Brushing past my temples, carrying salty serenity
Cool, not biting cold
A gentle tremor where fingertips touch the moonlight
Spreading along the lines of the skin
Smoothing the ripples hidden in my brow

Sunshine is the softest Sanskrit sound
Falling on my face, just the right warmth
Neither scorching nor fierce, like a lamp before Buddha
Illuminating every dark corner of the heart
Every inch of skin relaxes
Merging with the sea’s breath into a harmonious Zen

The seagull’s cry is a distant inquiry
Suddenly distant, like whispers beyond the clouds
Suddenly dark, like the silence within the tide’s sound
Not disturbing tranquility, only embellishing
Like fleeting thoughts passing through meditation
Coming and going, leaving no trace

I am no longer a passerby on the cliff
Part of the sea, part of the wind
Distractions retreat like tides, revealing smooth sand
Worries disperse like mist, reflecting a clear sky
The heart follows the sea’s hue, the mind is still with the long wind
At this moment, there is no “I,” only
The boundless sea, the freedom of the wind, the warmth of the light
And a reunion with oneself in perfect harmony