Poem · January 1, 2014
Breath
Without effort,breath draws in,and turns out.In that way,life proceedswithout strain.Simultaneously,outside and inare mixed.Yet so like the mind.
Poem · January 1, 2014
Without effort,breath draws in,and turns out.In that way,life proceedswithout strain.Simultaneously,outside and inare mixed.Yet so like the mind.