Snowflakes

Let's have a chat. You know, there are snowflakes.
Always unique. Each one in its own place.
They fall into you, the ocean, to be embraced.
Take them for what they are - that is all it takes.
Nothing more, precisely. Surely, nothing less.
Sensations - they are just sensations,  as you may guess.
The same with your thoughts, your feelings,  imagination.
They are only yourself if under investigation.
There's no dissolution,  since there is no creation.
It's more like - you know - condensation, coagulation.
With no meaning - as if for the sake of some conversation.
There may seem to be even a snowstorm in here, some days.
Simply leave it at rest - slowly, everything falls in place.
They'll dance for you, gracefully - snowflakes - a slow dance,
If only, at last, you would grant them that blessed chance.
Don't touch anything here. Always stay - as you are - away.
Don't you ever play this game of predator-prey.
You'll be safe. You'll be free. You'll be well, then. Alright? You know,
Whatever there is, may just melt in you nicely, no?
For any snowflake to exist here, it needs some space.
Should consist of some substance, however - to be the case.
To appear here, at all - before you - requires your gaze.
You are all of it. They just exist  by your own sheer grace.
Know yourself thus, my sweetheart. Well, anyways,
Lightly let go what goes. Let stay what stays.
There is nothing to hold on to, nothing to grasp and chase.
Don't you be in a hurry. Proceed with your own pace.
Truth is always the same, now as well as a time ago.
The Way is a way to be, not a way to go.
On the way, you'll be happy and comfy. When all is done,
In the end, as they say - there can be only One.