Inhale, exhale
Forward, back
Living, dying:
Arrows, let flown each to each
Meet midway and slice
Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going —
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
The void in aimless flight —
Coming, all is clear, no doubt about it.
Going, all is clear, without a doubt.
What, then, is all?
Thus I return to the source.
