In the thick jungle of old ageThrough which I walk,Tree branches, bushes brambles,Wild animals running in the opposite direction,All damage, puncture, further tear off my
Étiquette : old age
Sick Practice : The One Question (Note)
When you are sleepingOr even beyond death,Ask yourself the question… Or do it in a much more accessible, Daily and daytime manner,During times of sickness
Calm and Joyful
The colors of life dancing in meAre now blending differently,Delicate glows slowly emergingAnd vividness ready to dim. It is good, it is sad,It is calm
Notes & Silence 