Alone on the way
The door opens from the inside
Ten thousand thoughts a day
They are not who I am
Watch them pass
One after the other
Grains of sand in the wheel
A port is sinking
Give up the fight
Reverse the currents
Smooth the lines
Harmony of the movement
Breath deeply
Song of forms
Deconstruction of thoughts
Pay attention
Slow down the mental
From theory to practice
Single narrow path
Full of pitfalls and questioning
There's nothing else here
Only me and this present
"The past and the future are the flowers of your menral"
Jean Christophe
October 15