We are thoughts of nature
Natural thoughts that come to be
Being like the cycle of water
Like the water falling from the sky
Like the water falling from the dry...
The dry, sparkling river,
Like the water which flows nonchalantly...
Nonchalantly from the dry mountain whose snow...
Whose snow has been long forgotten by the clouds
Those clouds which are eternal pain relievers
Relievers of long gone ashes which have now become dirt...
Becoming the dirt under the horse's feet
(...)
Now, bear with me
(if your feet are strong enough to climb the Himalayas)
You've read what came first, now you shall read what'll come last
(...)
If you are one of those who fly under umbrellas,
Remember that your body's a cushion for each raindrop
A cushion for each thought cried by a cloud
If you are one of those who slyly use umbrellas,
Remember that ants, cats, bats, are also thoughts...
Thoughts of nature, that cries them for us
If you are one of those with dry umbrellas,
Remember that deep inside your body, there are thoughts
There are thoughts that shall be expressed
If you are one of those with spare umbrellas,
Remember that smaller beings also have feelings
They have feelings and you shall help them if they have not hands.
