If I look
or if I don't look
Clouds are always passing over
the place I live
The place I live
passing under
my feet while my ming wanders
in sea of fog
on a ridge
seeing through a hole in the fog
(a thought out of nowhere comes passing through)
i say to myself
(I say to myself, like a voice on the wind)
Behold
but i see nothing
rocks and water and wood
not speaking to me
Left alone to wander above
slow and uneasy and alive
wanderer above the sea of fog
i mean the place lives
and coulds pass over
sitting on a ridge and watching clouds pass over
the landscape
a blanket stone
where an ocean of glaciers rolled
land waves are rolling
through a fog this is a brief life
short and cold momentarily
a life as brief as the morning fog
momentarily
i come out from under
or if I don't look
Clouds are always passing over
the place I live
The place I live
passing under
my feet while my ming wanders
in sea of fog
on a ridge
seeing through a hole in the fog
(a thought out of nowhere comes passing through)
i say to myself
(I say to myself, like a voice on the wind)
Behold
but i see nothing
rocks and water and wood
not speaking to me
Left alone to wander above
slow and uneasy and alive
wanderer above the sea of fog
i mean the place lives
and coulds pass over
sitting on a ridge and watching clouds pass over
the landscape
a blanket stone
where an ocean of glaciers rolled
land waves are rolling
through a fog this is a brief life
short and cold momentarily
a life as brief as the morning fog
momentarily
i come out from under