I still remember that morning. . .
Visiting the former residence of the famous French painter, Monet.
Here, with the bright sunshine and the gentle breeze, I sit quietly in his house,
My heart is unattached, I leave everything behind and enjoy peace of mind. . .
The garden outside is full of flowers upon flowers.
The leaves of barley move in the wind, in the bare earth,
Giving a hint of scent. . .
At this time
Please listen to my prayers. . .
I meditate. . .