Lightly, lightly, very lightly a very light wind passes, and it goes away just as lightly, and I don't know what I'm thinking, nor do I wish to know...

I'm a keeper of sheep.
(Or humans ?)
The sheep are my thoughts
And each thought a sensation.
I think with my eyes and my ears
And with my hands and feet
And with my nose and mouth.

To think a flower is to see and smell it,
And to eat a fruit is to know its meaning.

That is why on a hot day
When I enjoy it so much I feel sad,
And I lie down in the grass
And close my warm eyes,
Then I feel my whole body lying down in reality,
I know the truth, of people,
And I'm happy.