Winter in Shenzhen, an unwritten prelude without snow

Sunshine is a generous visitor
Falling on the face, crossing the brow bones, wind blowing through hair
Warm like an unexpected embrace

Meditation is the silence of thoughts
Let the lingering sound of Sanskrit reverberate through the ears
Thoughts gradually loosen
Like clouds, gently floating in the palm of the wind

The hustle and bustle are isolated outside of breathing
Empty is the background, spirit is a faint glow
Lower your gaze, and then lower it again
And you will touch that eternal “Brahman”
Growing brightly in silence~