I look and I am moved, I am moved the way water flows when the ground slopes, and my poetry is natural like stirring of the wind...

I'm a keeper of...
They 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, and I'm happy...