Yirnian wood.

I travel on the bank f the river of time
Flying on the leaves of branches
Whose sap is the essence of is
Floating into the thick watery skies
Misty and smoky with the answer.

I fly on my toes.
My toes of lightly stepping speed
On the path of the universe
From my seat in meditation.

I observe the beginning without eyes
I feel sight and hear a bright and colorful silence
Expanding and collapsing as a gaseous kaleidoscopic light
It is a sound and a word. A sigh. a Breath.
And I can feel it through tis being as if within myself.
A communication not of receiving but of actions, of being.
Being and doing the action of what is the beginning, the message, by sitting and doing nothing and feeling and observing the beginning.

My gills
My lungs
My blood
my heart
my cells.

Observe and are and hear and speak in thundering Serenity
Booming stillness of meditation.