Any question or--
[INAUDIBLE] a poem about walking?
Hi.
In my poem?
Anywhere.
Wait a moment.
Walking.
OK.
I think I have here.
Yes, I love to walk.
Yeah.
Within a circle of one meter, you sit, pray, and sing.
Within a shelter 10 meters large, you sleep well,
rain sounds a lullaby.
Within a field 100 meters large, raise rice and goats.
Within a valley 1,000 meters large,
gather firewood, water, wild vegetables, and Amanitas.
Within a forest 10 kilometers large,
prey with raccoons, hawks, poison snakes, and butterflies.
Within a circle 1,000 kilometers large,
go to see the southern coral reef in summer,
or winter drifting ice in the sea of Okhokst.
Within a circle 10,000 kilometers large,
walking somewhere on the Earth within a circle
100,000 kilometers large, swimming in the sea of shooting
stars.
Within a circle a million kilometers large,
upon the spaced-out yellow mustard blossoms,
the moon in the East, the sun West.
Within a circle 10 billion kilometers large,
pop far out of the solar system mandala.
Within a circle 10,000 light years large,
the galaxy blooming in spring.
Within a circle 1 billion light years large,
Andromeda is melting away into snowing cherry flowers.
Now within a circle 10 billion light years large,
all thoughts of time, space are burnt away.
There again, you sit, pray, and sing.
You sit, pray, and sing.
Enough walking.
Yeah.