
It was in a dream.
A way of escape.
I sit down watching
the clouds come and go.
In front of me the
emptiness of all things.
No desire, no attachment.
Just a world that remains
itself – an ancient way.

It was in a dream.
A way of escape.
I sit down watching
the clouds come and go.
In front of me the
emptiness of all things.
No desire, no attachment.
Just a world that remains
itself – an ancient way.