You don’t know what they look like, where they are, or even the direction they are going.
Is it flowing as it is swept along?
Even though it has no form of its own, it is still making the trees move and the earth make a sound.
We do not know its shape, we do not know where it is, and we do not know the direction it is going.
Is it flowing as it is swept along?
Even though there is no figure of its own, it hangs its head, but sometimes it smiles.
If you look up, and if you look down.
Beyond the clouds, beyond the emotions, the night sky and the stars are waiting for you without making a sound.
Between the night sky and the stars stars, my feelings and this world are always somewhere where the wind is always blowing.
Even though I seem to be staring down, I must be looking up at the sky.