Stop.

The dream of my life
is to lie down by a slow river
and stare at the light in the trees

To learn something of being nothing
A little while but the rich
lens of attention.

(Mary Oliver)


Don't go ahead of me, I may choose not to follow you.
Don't stay behind, I may decide I will not wait for you.
Just walk side by side with me
Then I can see you.
Then I can listen to you,

and we can be friends.
(?)

Touched by the words "cha.y rong suot^'t do+`i".
Bie^'u ND.