Tension-free, my body Softly flows like a clear and silent sylvan stream
No rocks of resistance No eddies of turbulence No grasping or clinging just water flowing
Long ago, or not so long ago tension tossed and tore the water and its many sub-waters into
Sometimes muddy, sometimes icy and ugly smudges we sometimes particularly in springtime called stream, but that springy rush is no cousin of tension-free For truly tension-free is water set free
