Leaving everything outside
the echoes of your footsteps are fading out
the present is just a melting point
the light is getting softer and softer
the only space that accepts your existence
it`s the space of Peace
peace for the mind and the body
it`s the fragrance and the vapors of the tea
you breath there...
deepening in your own isness...
<<< tu laisses tout derrière toi
immobile et silencieux
dans cet espace intérieur
tu respires profondément
l`heure s`attarde....
tu sens la chaleur et les arômes du thé
intramuros
un jardin secret exhale ses parfums au centre de ton centre...
la sérénité de ton pur êtreté....
<<<

Our body is a cup, floating on the ocean....

"The wind is an ocean....i and so many worlds

are rolling there, mysterious, dimly seen.

And our bodies? Our body is a cup, floating

on the ocean, soon it will fill and sink...

Not even one bubble will show where it went down.

The spirit is so near that you can`t see it.

But reach for it...don`t be a jar

full of water, whose rim is always dry.

Don`t be the rider who gallops all night

and never sees the horse that is beaneath him"

M.J. Rumi

(The Rumi collection, An Anthology, slected by Kabir Helminski, Shambhala, Boston & London, 2005)

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