
My hand is writing.
My eyes can see.
And the ins and outs
of my breath are in my mind.
Every suffering is still there.
But now they have
a way to escape.
A vibrant joy in
letting go of fear.

My hand is writing.
My eyes can see.
And the ins and outs
of my breath are in my mind.
Every suffering is still there.
But now they have
a way to escape.
A vibrant joy in
letting go of fear.