Lasting concentration clears the mind, Scattered thoughts become process, Faltering are their frequent births; Fiery tormend flickers and fades, Coolness cascades. In the way of a musty old book, Pages of the mind are revealed. Slyly, the body disintegrates; Is freed of the soaring self. Straightness now loses direction, And a slight crescent forms... When the threads of mindfulness are focused, We come alive.
