Breathing in, Breathing out,
Thoughts have their own cycles.
Suddenly, one disappears and the next one does not arise.
A bit of waiting, it does not come.
The breathing moves along like an empty elevator
When doors open, no thought comes in.
Wonderful amazement in this frenzied building.
Alone in the elevator…
Next floor, open doors : a crouching thought jumps in,
For another ride
Franck Joseph
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Notes & Silence 
Delightful metaphor for an empty mind in a busy world 🙂
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Thank you so much Ananda. The common habit from where I stand is to wish people a merry Christmas. I guess that, as always, there is a deeper meaning .
I wish you a very happy Christmas.
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