The simplest way of living
No hope, no judgment
Just the being..
Not happy with living
Neither with dying
Just floating moment to moment
In a non ending present.
A being just passing a time on earth
A mind that’s not thinking.
Not in a history
Not in to any breed
Living in society
but not with society.
Just the silent living
With the drops of timing.
A human who’s always a child in his heart
And who sees everything new in every time he sees
That man is the flute who let
The song of Buddha to play in his being.
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