Inhale, exhale

Forward, back

Living, dying:

Arrows, let flown each to each

Meet midway and slice

Empty-handed I entered the world

Barefoot I leave it.

My coming, my going --

Two simple happenings

That got entangled.

The void in aimless flight --

Coming, all is clear, no doubt about it.

Going, all is clear, without a doubt.

What, then, is all?

Thus I return to the source.