Sitting down
Keeping still
The body shakes
Within contemplation
Snow seems to fly
Spring turns into summer
Palms get hotter
The belly is on fire
Achieving quietness
Amidst the incessant singing
A light shines forth
The breath begins to flow
Distant stars
From a tiny hole
Examine the light
Witness the gates
Watch the colors
And forget what to say
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