At home with the breath

My peace is there in the receding mist
when I may cease from treading these long shifting thresholds
and live the space of a door
that opens and shuts

Samuel Beckett at his most zen-like.

What we call “I” is just a swinging door, which moves when we inhale and when we exhale.

Suzuki Roshi, Zen Mind, Beginners Mind.

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