Every day is a miracle

A soft wind coming out

through the flying leaves on the road.

It’s always born anew by


the activity we do,

the thoughts we have,

the words we say.



Everything

changes


 as we act,

 as we think,

 as we say.

Right and restful

A big leaf

descending from the sky,

floating gently on the breeze.

Days unfold

with sweetness.

I hear you

A silent sky.

The season permeates. 

The calm of bright red and yellow light.

A beautiful position.

The sound of an evening bell.

.

.

.

I listen.

Like I listen to the most beloved person.

A flower blooms with our every step

Let us see, 

let us hear,

let us speak,

let us meet

peacefully and restfully.

A flower blooms.

A flower blooms

with our every step.

The root does not sway

The end of an afternoon hill.

Wind, rain, trees and light

.

.

.

It doesn’t sway.

The tree with healthy roots.

Everything

is a little thing.

No anger.

Our gentle, clear, calm,

courteous mind.

It doesn’t sway
 in any situation.