“There is a place where the sidewalk ends and before the street begins.”

Breathing in, I calm my body. Breathing out, I smile.

Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.

I pluck chrysanthemums beneath the eastern hedge, and gaze at ease at the southern mountains.

Peace is not an absence of war; it is a virtue, a state of mind, a disposition for benevolence, confidence, justice.