Come drifting,
Come lightly,
Come in solemn,
Alone,
Bearing the distant hills down
to the foot of the trees nearby,
Fusing all fields I see your
one field,
Turn the mountain into one single
the block of your body...
I'm a keeper of sheep.
The sheep are my thoughts
And my thoughts are all
sensations.
I think with my eyes and 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 taste its meaning.
That's why on a hot day
When I ache from enjoying it so much,
And stretch out on the grass,
Closing my warm eyes,
I feel my whole body lying full length in reality,
I know the truth and I'm happy...
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