All kinds of sounds twittering.
All sorts of things coming and going.
The birdsong
that makes a mountain deeper.
It becomes
a mountain that snugly, silently deepens.
Cultivate and cultivate
our mind and body,
do it again and again
like petals falling
in a quiet place of no wind.
It becomes
a mountain that snugly, silently deepens.
Cultivate and cultivate
our mind and body,
do it again and again
like petals falling
in a quiet place of no wind.