Harmony and nonbeing

In the middle of autumn,
as the weather grew cooler
and the hoa sua trees shared their scent,
Ali noticed something:

The birds and the horns,
the shouts and the whispers
blended together,
making music

♫ ♫ ♫

And the clouds,
released from identity,
unmanifested,
dissolving,
integrating,
flowing

♫ ♫ ♫

Ali realized his true nature
and awoke