“Nothing but a breath is Emptiness, and that greenness of the lovely trees in full leaf: a breath!
We, breathed upon still, today still breathed upon, count this slow breathing of the earth: we are its haste.”

“Nothing but a breath is Emptiness, and that greenness of the lovely trees in full leaf: a breath!
We, breathed upon still, today still breathed upon, count this slow breathing of the earth: we are its haste.”

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