The wind blew in our direction, shadows played
It is the eyes that lacked the answers, in the contrast
At the eye of it all I knew my borders when the sun blazed
The morning sun went quickly, the noon would soon come
There was wind in the hair, my thoughts fell into the skin
When everything happened nothing actually occurred.
Up there the cosmic egg flickered beyond the trees
The blue emitted golden rays in the silky clouds there
As if I could collect all that in my past canvas bags.
Yesterday morning a little bird shrieked on the wire
My garden was full of them and under them, below the wires
Meanwhile the loops continued endlessly in my mind
While the summer season seemed to be undecided
When the monsoon would begin in the salt water and hills
And journey across the mountains and windy coconuts.
My words are silly giggling girls playing in the moon
Together they do not sing but hum like the pipal leaves
When the wind comes from across the the distant hills.
