sound and voice and noise as it is coming to touch your eardrum from outside and from your own breaths
hear as it is in a relaxed state of mind.no names.no concept.no thought.
it's smoething like you are sitting beside a river and river is flowing water.you are flowing water of no name.fluxus of nowness.changing. stillness in mind.
silence.
mindfulness without language''mindfulness.
silence into deepest neo-silence.
just happens.
no intensive unit of mind.
no effort.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem