It is always fear that solidifies the status quo.It allows the development of strata when the flow of energy is broken. Fear is a dam
Étiquette : poem
The Jungle Of Old Age
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
The Consciousness Horse
It only takes faithIn the Consciousness Horse,Whenever he panics or gets confused by my wanderingsThere’s no need to bridle him on the left, to force
Summer Field
1In the Summer field,Sitting meditation cannot beginWithout removing small branches and pine apples from under the blanket 2In the middle of the Summer field,Sitting practice
Carrying My Heart
Yesterday, I walked like a flying bird,Without warning, a warm draftBrought me to a place I didn’t know,Dried my feathers, heated up my heart Not
Shall Pass
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Notes & Silence 