With clouds

             well acquainted I am;

The flight of these unbound travellers

Across the realms of the Wind

Sometimes,

In the moments of awareness

Of being restless and wearing away,

Gives me a pleasant comfort.

These friends,

Though their words are all but allusions,

Never fail in giving me

A simple message

With such motherly affection.

Their message is to have a pause,

And to shake off all the dust;

And then,

Taking their colours,

Resting in their arms,

Ride on the Wind;

And with a serene heart

To perform the everlasting migration

Along the roads of conversation

Between the Sea and the Sun.

But, perhaps,

These simple friends do not know

That, in this short pause,

I must create again

The whole Universe

With my own desire

And in my own style;

And then

I must look at it

With the eye of my heart

To see if it is in the right form

And in the right place.