A hostile climate of alternating seasons:

Desire and Loss.

A stone ripples the pond.

To quell the ripples, un-throw the stone.

To quiet the mind, focus on the breath.

To focus on the breath, quiet the mind.

When motion embraces stillness like a lover,

You’ll find your point of balance.

We are ever at the moment of death,

Watching life flash before our eyes.

The essence of reality is un-individuated.

Like drops of water, we all return to the source.