Watching my presence as I stop, feeling my feet as I walk is all that I know.
The breathing ground under my feet and breathing me in my chest is all that I know.
The breathing presence around me and composed stopped me is all that I know.
Nothing wears me down as long as I know what holds me under and calms me down.
So, stopping by amidst breathing and wavering is all that I know.
This groundedness in vacuity and stillness in wisdom is all that I know.
Stopping by is all that I know.
Sarabsri 