At home


I don’t know when or how, but little by little Yokoji was becoming my home.
The people here, my family.
The English easier even being imperfect.
The routine, more natural.
I became one with this mountain.
As ice melted in glass of water.
We practice together, we become one body.
If someone suffers, we suffer.
Without separation.
Without me and the other.
And also without inside and outside.
Without the mountain and the world.
The world exist in us,
Yokoji exist in the world.
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