When you let go of your name,
you hear the voice of the wind passing through a silent heart.
When you no longer cling to your role,
you see thoughts like silver threads quietly stretching through time and space.
It’s not that you become smaller,
but that you merge with all things—
like water blending into water, like clouds drifting into the sky.
You are no longer just you,
you are an idea yet to be born,
a response from afar.
In smallness, you are vast;
in emptiness, you are full;
in stillness, you begin to move.
This is the way home,
and the beginning of creation.
當你放下名字，
你就聽見風的聲音，穿過靜默的心。
當你不再緊抓角色，
你就看見意念如銀絲，在時空間悄悄延伸。
不是你變小，
而是你溶入了萬物——
像水融進水裡，像雲飛進天裡。
你不再只是你，
你是還未誕生的想法，
是來自遠方的回答。
在微小中，你巨大；
在空無中，你充滿；
在靜止裡，你開始移動。
這就是回家的路，
也是創造的開始。