Can you remember a time when you looked up at the sky, a blue sky with distinct white clouds in it, and as you looked at one particular cloud you could watch its shape constantly changing? You probably noticed how the cloud would thin out at the edges and, in many cases, especially with the smaller clouds, you could watch as it gradually disappeared.
If you can’t remember ever doing that, then do it as soon as the weather allows. Pick out a fairly small cloud and watch it constantly change shape, constantly thin out at its edges and gradually disappear.
Where does the cloud go?
Have you ever watched large snowflakes slowly falling onto water? Have you noticed how they lose their shape, sinking or dissolving into the water?
Where does the snowflake go?
Now imagine you have a bottle of water and you take it down to a river. You take off the top of the bottle and empty the water into the river. Instantly, it seems, the un-bottled water disappears.
Where does the bottled water go?
Imagine the last of these scenes is filmed with a video camera and now you can watch the video but slowed down many, many times. You can see the water in the bottle taking the shape of the bottle. As you empty it out, it rapidly changes its shape as it pours into the river, but before it hits the river, it is still clearly the same “body of water” which was held within the bottle. As it breaks through the river’s surface, it changes shape even more, frame by frame becoming less distinguishable from the river itself.
The bottled water doesn’t disappear. It becomes the river as the river flows through it.
The snowflake doesn’t disappear. It becomes the water as the water flows through it.
The cloud doesn’t disappear. It becomes the sky as the sky flows through it.
Can you remember a time when you looked at the sea, and watched the waves growing out of the flat surface of the sea, swelling out of the surface of the sea, until they broke free of that flatness to stand proudly, perhaps flashing white tips as they sped towards the shore, to crash on the rocks or the beach, hiss, rattle the stones and the shells, then slip back quietly into the sea again?
Heroes Not Zombies 
You are a true poet – and a Buddhist one, to boot!