One day, I visited the training course and received a gift from a visit six months earlier when I had visited before. One of the trainees on the course read me a poem she wrote from that earlier time.
Attentive yet detached,
Simple, gentle yet powerful,
Doing by non-doing,
Invisible and visible meet Mysteriously in the Empty hand…
Naturally at ease in her touch,
She creates a vast space In which I can breathe Peacefully and freely…
I am humbled…and grateful. Thank you, Yuko.