Breathing in, I see myself as a flower.
I am the freshness of a dewdrop.
Breathing out, my eyes have become flowers.
Please look at me. I am looking with the eyes of love.
Breathing in, I am a mountain, imperturbable, still, alive, vigorous.
Breathing out, I feel solid.
The waves of emotion can never carry me away.
excerpt from “Breathing” by Thich Nhat Hanh,
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Breathing in, I see myself as a flower.
I am the freshness of a dewdrop.
Breathing out, my eyes have become flowers.
Please look at me. I am looking with the eyes of love.
Breathing in, I am a mountain, imperturbable, still, alive, vigorous.
Breathing out, I feel solid.
The waves of emotion can never carry me away.
excerpt from "Breathing" by Thich Nhat Hanh, Call Me By My True Names (Berkeley: Parallax Press, 1999)
