You said to me
“Be empty of worrying”.
But sometimes it is not
easy to touch the moon.
So, I took a step.
Putting on hold
the notion of self.
With all those resentments,
and other afflictions.
Then I touched the clouds.
Again, and again.
For a moment,
I left birth-and-death
and everything in-between.
But this was enough
to follow a new way.