The musical wind, sitting zazen, in front of the still incandescent logs.I am here to hear it,otherwise the wind would play for nothingotherwise the wind
The musical wind, sitting zazen, in front of the still incandescent logs.I am here to hear it,otherwise the wind would play for nothingotherwise the wind
We have let the Spirit pass throughWithout tying ends together,Or trying to hoard anything. The wind flows freelyWhen rooms have open windows Franck Joseph©FJ Jan